The Borg Don’t Fish

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I AM A CHILD OF THE SIXTIES. But my childhood in a small Virginia town in the 1960s was not the long haired, free love, groovey sixties that phrase brings to mind. Mine was the nerdy, plastic rim glasses, popular science sixties. In 1966 when Star...

We All Have Our Vises, Mine’s a Regal

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I made my first tying vise. I know what you're thinking, but this vise was not a pair of hemostats duct taped to the back of a chair. I grew up in a machine shop and own two metal lathes and a host of other...

2 Guys, 1 Trout

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I always enjoy fly-fishing more when it’s a team sport. I think that’s why I enjoy saltwater fly fishing so much. The interaction between guide and angler creates something special. A shared accomplishment and a shared reward. Not unlike some of my best days of trout...

Not Just Anybody’s Saint Vrain

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By Louis Cahill "IF YOU CLIMB INTO THE CAB OF THAT PICKUP WITH JOHN YOU'LL FIND THAT WHERE YOU WIND UP CAN, ONLY IN THE MOST EXISTENTIAL TERMS, BE CALLED A FISHING TRIP." It's about seven-thirty on a Saturday morning. It's mid-September and the chilly Colorado air...

Emergency Line Splicing

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The other day I was out fishing with my buddy Rob Parkins when things took a sudden turn for the worse. I was making a cast and the line at my feet caught on something sharp. I shot the line with so much power that my...