Last week, we joined nearly 40 other Bristol Bay operators to remind the Governor that we strongly oppose the Pebble mine, and that he must cease his continued support for the mine, even after the project was denied its key …
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In lieu of fishing in Alaska last season due to Covid, Drew, aka Machete, shines with his prose and impresses with his knowledge in an extensive library of blog material. Thanks, Machete! For easy reference, following is a list of …
Big news for all of us who have been trying to protect Bristol Bay’s wild, untamed lands and fisheries for more than 15 years. Pebble Mine is Dead… for now. The permit denial did not come easy. It took years …
Welcome back to the final installment of our ongoing discussion on spey rod applications for our SAFARI camp. In part 2 we fleshed out some of the major disadvantages for using a conventional two-handed rod set up for the waters …
Hey folks, welcome back to spey rod talk. In part 1 we skimmed over some brief history regarding these unique fly rods and touched on some of the main differences between casting a single-handed rod and casting a spey rod. …
Many of the anglers who come to fish with us at our remote fly fishing camp on the Pacific coast of the Alaska Peninsula are returning guests. Most of them, although certainly not all, will make the long voyage north …
Many salmon will still be clad in their chrome plated ocean armor, and after having just returned from their trans Pacific voyage at sea they do not take kindly to having a fly dangled in their face.
The preferred rod weight is a 6 wt. This is an excellent choice especially when considering that you will in all likelihood be targeting larger salmon at some point during your upriver excursion.
Silver salmon are known among anglers as being especially good sport on light tackle. They are belligerent fighters once hooked, often exploding out of the water in a melee of acrobatic summersaults and line ripping runs.
We crawled forward, slowly moving against the ceaseless torrent of fish that swam en masse underneath the waters surface. It didn’t stop. The further we drove up into the creek, the more fish spooked and passed alongside the boat. Finally it reached its zenith.