Rare Breed--Bonneville Cutthroat
On the walk back to our rig three stoned, blasted Bozos stop and ask us where to gain access to the water. They’re in a painting company truck from Jackson.
Photo: Ginny Holt
Bound For Nowhere
Then there are the times, admittedly few in number, when everything falls into place and that little “damn crick up that half-assed service road” leads to a place of perfection, if only in a fly fisher’s eye.
Photo: Ginny Holt
Where’s The First Tee And What’s The Course Record?
While heading ever-northward towards the Peel River in search of Arctic Char fresh in from the Beaufort Sea, hitting a few from the Arctic Circle down the fairway of the 93 kilometer Par 387 First Hole...
Heart of Darkness: Liard Highway
Walleye or “pike” after walleye or “pike” hit the thing, and I soon had a nice group of 2-4-pound walleye or “pike” to fillet and fry up for dinner amidst the swarms of indigenous insects later that sunlit night, perhaps ‘round midnight.
Wine of the Dreamers
Well, looking from my hiding place beneath my bed, .357 magnum firmly clutched in my right hand, TV remote in the other, I can often see the need to dream myself off the planet these days, too.
Photo: Ginny Holt
Native Grass Fishing
Tiny streams like this one draw my attention as quickly and strongly as do rivers that hold large browns or in the northwest part of the state, bull trout.
Tongue River Country Battles Coal Bed Methane
Last week (mid-September 2009) the river was stilling running good and blue.
Photo: Ginny Holt
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