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Discover why the Rainbow King Lodge has earned international acclaim.

Scores of shadaholics are drawn into the new season as American shad leave the salt and move upriver to spawn.

The first time I ever paid to go fishing was when I took a trip to Iceland in 1980. I had never fished for Atlantic salmon and was looking for some romance, as well as for a new experience in a new land.

A timeless story of closing the loop and returning to one’s natal waters

Veterans of wars 40 years apart find peace fly-fishing a New England trout stream.

There are more than 50 bent, mangled treble hooks in the old Skippy peanut butter jar, artifacts from the early to mid-1980s, when surf fishermen on Block Island, Rhode Island, were regularly tying into huge striped bass.

Here at last was an almost-virgin, freestone stream that looked like the streams that Arnold Gingrich, Ray Bergman and A.J. McClane had written about.

He wants his picture taken in front of a sign that reads: “Idaho … Too Beautiful to Litter.”

Arthur Shilstone, one of sporting art’s masters, is a transparent watercolorist.

Big, beautiful Dolly Vardens, a remote river, gin-clear water and great fishing highlight this video.

Words to live by: an ode to a river by the estimable writer Roderick Haig-Brown, spoken by Mel Krieger.

Our wives told us: If you catch a king, kill it, and we’ll turn it into ceviche tonight. They said: We’ve got all the fixings at the house, then went downstream to fish for trout. Two beautiful women, late in the long Chilean afternoon, about to work up ample appetites.

It was close to midnight on the Fourth of July, and the sun was drawing its curtain for the day.