When I was young we had a cabin in northern Wisconsin where my dad would invite his childhood friends to come and fish. One such friend had a fear for the leeches we used regularly for bait. He would ...

A light dusting of new snow sat like a cap at the top of South Sister, a sure sign of fall on a warm September day. To the east, Broken Top and Mount Bachelor were bare. Their reflections would have ...

Do not put away your fly rod because of the summer doldrums. Fishing the weed lines and shallows at first light with top-water offerings will get results. As the sun warms the water, bass and pan fish ...