When I was little, my dad and I used to go on an annual fishing trip in British Columbia’s interior. Once on the lake, we motored around in search of...
I’m always disappointed when a fly fisher turns their nose up at bass fishing. Usually the disdain is accompanied by some poetic sermon about watching trout sip dries, followed by...
When I first moved to Australia, I was fascinated by tales of the Murray Cod, a huge fish found only in Australia. These magnificent creatures are known to live over...
I was twenty-one years old when I first heard of Brian Chan. A young woman chasing the stillwater scene, I often heard Brian’s name mentioned throughout camps in British Columbia....
