
Confluence
Six weeks, twelve-hour days, and one grandma among a van full of 20-somethings learning to guide. A fly fishing degree, taken feet first.

Six weeks, twelve-hour days, and one grandma among a van full of 20-somethings learning to guide. A fly fishing degree, taken feet first.

A guide and rod designer on earning her place in a male-dominated sport, one river and one hard-won cast at a time.

Women combat veterans are finding focus, friendship, and unexpected thrills on the water through free fly fishing trips built just for them.

A woman recalls the creek where her father first let go of the rod, and the world-record chase it set in motion.

Four anglers, four rods, one message: Orvis wants fly fishing split right down the middle, and it's working.

Everyone wants a glamorous answer to the favorite-fishing-spot question. Here's why the real one refuses to sit still.

A 130-year-old postcard of women fly fishing in long dresses set off a chain of events that led one woman back to the river, and to a whole new life.

Cold wet feet are a trip-ender. These waterproof socks slide under waders or hiking boots and keep you dry all day.

A hoody built for long days on the water, warm enough alone and slim enough to layer under a wading jacket.

A simple trick for keeping drinks cold on the water all day, no single-use bottles required.

Skip the ice run: these reusable gel packs keep a cooler cold and dry for a full day in the heat.

A junked carburetor led to the best clutter fix on my tying desk: a magnetic parts dish that holds hooks, beads and tools in one spot.