If you keep a keen ear open when picking up necessities from your fly shop, free information floats through the air. Talk lately has revolved around the transition in flow along the Eagle River from a ...
It was late in the summer of ’79, I think, when I saw my first Yellow Sally. I was working my way along the Big Thompson River a mile or so upstream from the Fern Lake trailhead casting a dry fly into ...
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