Category: Best Places to Fish

  • 5 Reasons to Visit Alaska On Your Next Fishing Trip

    5 Reasons to Visit Alaska On Your Next Fishing Trip

    Alaska, The Land of The Midnight Sun offers 33,904 miles of shoreline according to Fly Alaska, not including its streams, rivers, and lakes. This makes it the perfect destination for a fishing vacation. Not only will you be spoilt for choice when it comes to fishing spots. The ocean is abundant in halibut, all 5…

  • Central Oregon’s Trophy Trout Waters

    Central Oregon’s Trophy Trout Waters

    Big trout. We hear that phrase bandied about, but what does it mean? These are the fish that we talk about in pounds not inches. A rainbow that tips the scales at 10 pounds. A brook trout that weighs in at 6 pounds. An 8-pound brown trout. A 10-pound cutthroat. A 20-pound lake trout. A…

  • Up a Creek in Wallace, Idaho

    Up a Creek in Wallace, Idaho

    They took out the stoplight on I-90 in 1991 and the townsfolk in Wallace, Idaho, their feelings hurt by the freeway bypass, proclaimed a manhole cover the Center of the Universe. I remember the stoplight. We stopped there in the 1970s on a trip to Montana. We ate lunch in a diner then hit the…

  • Get on Deck for Year-Round Fishing on the Oregon Coast

    Get on Deck for Year-Round Fishing on the Oregon Coast

    Up on the bridge, the captain fired the 350 horse diesel and the engine leaped to life. Below, the deck hand cast off mooring lines and we slid away from the dock, Newport’s bay front fading into the fog-shrouded morning. Before us, the mist parted, revealing the Yaquina Bay Bridge, spires and arches lifting high…

  • Passing By?  Give the Frogwater a Try

    Passing By? Give the Frogwater a Try

    It was a rare opportunity. My brother-in-law had permission to fish on the property as long as he was wiring the new house there. And, because most of the fishable water on that particular river is bounded by private water, I jumped at the chance to go along. It was an overcast summer morning, with…

  • Metolius!

    Metolius!

    Pine needles filtered down against a leaden sky. A breeze whispered of snowflakes yet to come. My daughter, almost grown now, carried her own fly rod. This was the river where I had introduced her to the sport so many summers ago, when she stood alongside as I cast and tempted a trout to the…