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People often ask me about my first fish. Honestly, I don’t remember it. Something interesting happens when I’m asked about my biggest or best fish, or the one that got away. The fish I think about aren’t even my own...they’re my daughters’.
It’s a recurring question that is too often considered, but for good reason. Let's keep the dream of the weekend warrior alive and well.
There’s a subtle but overpowering sense of inferiority when you’re buried in Alaska’s most untouched wilderness.
“Home is where you park it” became our creed, but one of our most memorable experiences came when we left our 80 square foot fortress behind.
Is it cold outside? Yes. Is the fishing any good? Maybe. So, should we go fly fishing? Absolutely!
When our good friend Emily from Today's Letters said she wanted to come out to chase steelies this September, we knew that we couldn’t make any guarantees, but we could promise three things: awesome coffee, great beer, and a chance at catching a steelhead.
