On July 20, 1969, as Neil Armstrong was becoming the first man to put bootprints on the moon, I was getting my first introduction to the sport of fly-fishing on an icy mountain stream in Idaho. It ...

It was the biggest crappie I had ever seen: A silvery, black-spotted slab my cousin, Brad, pulled out of a freeway lake near Kalama, Wash. That was almost 30 years ago. I still haven’t laid eyes on a ...

After the original Mister Twister came onto the market, I did not tie a bucktail jig for a couple of years. Then I ran out of bucktail jigs and realized that they had not been replaced by soft plastic ...