Long shadows stretched across the rain-swollen river as the towering ridge above glowed in fading golden light. A thumping strike bounced the five-weight’s tip before arching the rod as the fifteen-inch smallmouth bore into the murky current. Three memorable leaps and...

(Note: Photo for this article will appear at a later date.) In the middle of the previous century, when a gallon of gasoline sold for 32 cents, hardware stores were our primary sources of fishing tackle. Early spring found the eldest of us with nose firmly pressed...

When clear lakes and ponds become swollen from downpours and suddenly acquire the color of cappuccino, the prospects for catching largemouth bass can appear to be pretty dismal. Indeed, casting the same flies to the same places and employing the same retrieves will...