Okay, let’s start right out by acknowledging the obvious: a pet peeve is, by definition, something inconsequential. It’s nothing more than a nit that you can’t help from picking. And it’s been . . .
Written by: Frazier Blair, Orvis Vice President of Merchandise Operations & Planning
My dad, Bob Blair, had just retired, and it was a great moment for us to share a trip of a lifetime. For too long, our busy lives had gotten in the way of our connection to each other and to the. . .
The Bull Shoals dam was holding back water, and the White River was running low and slow and clear. Local trout maestro Wayne Reed had led John Barr and me through some woods to a . . .
Written by: William G. Tapply
An unexpected glimpse into the past sparks childhood memories.
The other day, I was unpacking a carton of old books that my father left behind, and I paused at a nice Derrydale edition of A Tomato Can Chronicle by Edmond Ware Smith. I remembered how . . .
As the thirty-six-foot Top Cat plowed through the mounting whitecaps in the middle of the lake and sheeting rain lashed at the windows of the cabin, I found perverse comfort in singing. . .
Yesterday Sarah, my eight-year-old daughter, caught her first fly-rod trout. It was a wild, silvery little cutthroat, seven or eight inches long, and it flashed up from. . .
Written by: Justin Collmann
One October a couple years ago, I was standing at the lip of the first pool on my home stream in Shenandoah National Park and casting across the current to a fishy undercut boulder on the far side. No sooner had I dropped my fly in the still water behind the rock than. . .
Many people today treat bamboo fly rods as more of an heirloom than a fishing tool, but there are are also plenty of anglers who use only bamboo. In fact, there are probably more people fishing these rods today than there were 10 or 20 years ago. My love affair with bamboo began in the. . .