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To Fish Fine and Far Off
A return to the roots of fly-fishing – in quiet contemplation in Camp Sherman. By Gary Lewis “Then his wings stand high, and clos’d exact upon his back, like the Butterfly, and his motion in flying is the same. His body is in some of a paler, in others of a darker yellow (for…
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A Trout Fisherman’s Guide to Beads
“You shoulda been here last week. The river was full of silvers. You could have walked across on ’em.” The old-timer went on to say there weren’t a lot of salmon around this week, but he expected another big push in a few more days. “We’re in a bit of a lull right now.” Same…
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When the Trout are Tight to the Bank
If she’d ever had a casting lesson, she didn’t admit to it. When a fly-fishing guide wants to teach, it’s best to soak it in. Kristy Titus was smart enough to listen and she learned the easy pick-up-and-lay-down basic fly cast. When the guide was finished, I completed the lesson with a session on the…
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Spring Fishing: Think Big for Ice-out Trout
A lot of fishermen trade their dreams of catching a trophy-sized trout for the easier goal of catching a limit of eatin’-size rainbows. But the big fish hunter is only one cast away from the trout of a lifetime. Early in the season, soon after the ice comes off the lake, the trout bite can…
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Big River Rainbows in Downtown Redding
Dave Jacobs fired up the Mercury and Hank Mautz shoved the boat away from the dock. With the big motor at idle we let the current push us downstream toward the Sundial Bridge. It was early, but already the cowboys were stirring for the rodeo that would take place later in the day. With all…
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Spring, When Our Fancy Turns to Trout
In the spring, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of trout. Those were Tennyson’s words. Almost. Doubtless I am not the first trout enthusiast to make sport with poetic verse, but with apologies to the bard, I discovered that Shakespeare reads just as well if the word ‘trout’ is substituted for the word…
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Local Experts Pick Top 10 Trout Flies for Area Waters
When I was thirteen years old I left my fly box on the bumper of my grandpa’s Ford at the Elk Lake boat launch. The accumulation of many evening’s work at the tying bench was crushed beneath the wheels of grandpa’s trailer. I didn’t realize my loss until that evening back at camp, many miles…
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Small Streams and Alpine Lakes Offer Sanctuary for the Angler
He was easily the biggest trout I’d seen that day. Peering over the bank I could see him at the head of the pool, ready for whatever insects might drift down to him. The smaller trout in the pool, just half his size, would have to settle for leftovers. I eased away from the bank…
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Reading a Stream Means More Than Looking at Currents on the Surface
When I was 11 years-old I didn’t care much about fishing. Give me a BB gun or a good book to read and I could get excited. Until my Uncle Jon told me that I could learn to read a river like a book. Read a river? Now I’m hooked. There are two ways to…
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With Trout Opener Almost Here, Now is the Time to Teach Children to Fish
For her fourth birthday we gave Jennifer a fishing rod. Tiffany, our oldest, had been fishing with her own for several years already. The three of us spent a few hours over the next month and a half, practicing for the trout opener. We went over the basics again and again. Pinch the line against…


