trout

Editor Bill Sisson walks you through the Fall 2017 issue of Anglers Journal.

Five writers unravel why these fish became their favorites

The fly fisherman has ‘this thing’ for browns rising to mayflies

A lifelong infatuation with irascible, beautiful, boulder-leaping rainbows

Tiny trout and memories of young love swirl in ribbons of light and shadows in a pool beneath the cedars

Her paintings of trout trumpet her passion for color and her love of fly-fishing.

Horses graze in a pasture at Los Torreones Lodge in the Simpson River Valley. The Andes tower in the background.

There’s a spot in Chilean Patagonia near the confluence of two rivers, one aquamarine-clear and the other the color of earthen tea, where Pancho Salas and his family call home.

At the risk of offending the people I fish and break bread with, I’m just going to say it: I don’t get Michigan in the winter.

It’s clear from the moment I arrive that there aren’t enough dead bugs on my windshield or dirt on my car to be perceived as a serious fly angler here.

A long escarpment of red sandstone and shale near Hole in the Wall.

The worst part about driving through most of Wyoming is having to look at it. The state’s office of tourism dissembles.

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.