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The evening sun hung low within a steel-colored sky.
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When I was a teenager living in Tampa, I often walked a three mile long white sand beach fishing for redfish as vast armies of blood-red fiddler crabs scattered into tiny holes.
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Looking for answers in a remote stream on southern Baranoff ...
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There were moments during the busy summer season when the relentless waves of the world’s rising tide began lapping at my threshold.
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I eagerly worked my way down to the lake by way of a rocky streambed where fireweed seemed to magically grow in between round river stones.
Fish This!: Ships passing in the Alaskan night
"There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered ...
Fish this! Hung up on the north
At least two dozen grayling were suspended in the water column just below the Carcross railway bridge.
Fish This: Spirits of the Past
Just before you reach the Yukon border sign while traveling north along the Klondike Highway, a small creek empties into Tagish Lake’s Windy Arm.
Fish This! The joys of fly-fishing
BY ANDREW CREMATA FOR THE SKAGWAY NEWS After scoping out ...
Fish This!: Passing it Along
BY ANDREW CREMATA I watched my grandmother’s small, wrinkled fingers ...