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The Steelhead With A Thousand Faces
Maybe if I take five more steps, throw one more mend, skate one more fly, a hero will appear, armored in chrome, and dance to the music of my singing reel.
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The Birth of A Fishing Town
Calf deep now in the cold river, Trent’s completed his prelude of silky false casts and is ready to start the show in earnest.
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In The End, Style Might Be All We Have
Over the course of 6 trips, in and out, and nearly 40 miles, I question whether or not it’s worth it.
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Banded
Folding neatly the greenhead splashed soundly onto the water. The old lady made quick work of the retrieve.
STS is incredibly honored by the Outdoor Writers Association of America’s selection of “Ultra Sensitive” as the 2014 President’s Choice “Best-of-the-Best” blog post award!
Matt recently shared some hard learned advice for how to get better fish photos when handling fish in front of the lens. Well, it takes two to tango, and the one holding the camera also has a lot to do with how the final product turns out. Here’s a handful of behind the lens tips, Read More
STS has, thus far, published 148 photographs of fish, some better than others. (Read some taken by Steven, others by me). For every shot that’s made the cut though, a half-dozen or more pics were made unusable by simple mistakes. Their Achilles’ heels were sometimes technical, but as often as not, the fatal, Read More
It seemed like I couldn’t turn around without bumping into a Tenkara rod. Plus I’m a sucker for trying something new…or really old as the case may be. So when my wife picked-up a couple of Tenkara rods for a backcountry trip she was guiding into the Wind River range, I had to give, Read More
“I’ll be in the neighborhood,” I said into my cell phone. “Mind if I come by?” “Sure, what time?” she replied. “Well, I have an appointment until nine, so I can be there by ten or ten-thirty…” It went without saying that sixty miles of highway qualified as drop-in distance. Wyoming is a small, Read More
We met sometime around kindergarten and have been friends ever since – roughly thirty years. As kids we built pea-shooters and forts, and spent afternoons playing with legos. When we got drivers licenses we had matching mid 80’s two wheel drive Toyota pickups. We figured if you brought both that equaled four wheel drive and we, Read More
“Hump had taken a helluva beating, but the kids kept calling for more fish. I tried to talk him out of it. ‘Just look at yourself’, I said. ‘Get back in the box… you’re through, you’ve done enough’. But there was no talking to him.” – Specialist Adams, Parachute Squadron “Did Copeland ask too much, Read More
My roots are in the mountains, where life afoot requires a compromise between ease of cooking and ease of carrying. But on the river, it’s a whole new ball game. With everything floating downstream, you can rack for bear. That frees you up to high-grade your meals, and with them a big part of your backcountry experience. We’ve recently started doing that by, Read More
“Dada, can I say it? I wanna say it! Please Dada!” pled my five year old. To my left the dog sat rigid as a stump, staring at the distant spot where the lake swallowed her bumper. She was taut as a bowstring, but only the slightest tremble betrayed her growing impatience. Click here, Read More
We nearly passed it by. Fast water, little structure, it just didn’t quite seem worth it. But time was on our side and Matt decided to wade into position for a quick cast. Before I knew what happened he was tied fast into a good fish…and losing ground. I tossed the Echo Gecko aside. Wading with, Read More