trout fishing

Searching for a trophy in an urban gem that flows through Dublin, the author discovers the differences between passion and obsession

The author took a day off last May and went on an 11-hour, 120-mile, three-stream fishing marathon.

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

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.

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