fishing

By Bart Beeson Getting out of my car in Beech Mountain, North Carolina was, quite literally, a breath of fresh air after having spent the previous two days in sweltering Washington, D.C. Driving up the steep and winding road that leads to the town, navigating hairpin turn after hairpin turn,

  By Christopher Solomon   In Argentina, a country lousy with world-class trout rivers, the Rio Limay may be the most remarkable. It’s been called the most mysterious. Much of the 240-mile river is very good fishing. But the stretch known as the Limay Medio (the Middle Limay), with its

    Story & photos by Barnaby Conrad III   “Permit,” said Mambo. “Three o’clock.” We stood on a coral flat ten miles off the coast of Belize, staring into the shallow water. The guide’s dark hand pointed to the glassy surf caressing the edge of the flat. “Twenty pound,”

Story & photos by Everett Potter It was dusk as I watched my old friend and fishing companion Frank Schaeffer cast a fly  for brook trout on the Appalachian Mountain Club’s (AMC’s) Little Lyford Pond in Northern Maine. Now watching Frank expertly cast a fly rod on Little Lyford Pond

Interviewed by Everett Potter Tom Ohaus likes to fish. I’ve know this since we were in college together, and used to surf cast along the beaches of Cape Cod as dawn broke. We were in pursuit of bluefish and stripers and sometimes, I’d catch one. But for every one that