Tag: fall 2017

S'mores Adult Hot Chocolate

Ingredients 2 Servings 2 cups Almond Milk 1/2 cup Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips 2 Graham Crackers Crushed 2 tbsp Local Honey 1/4 cup Chocolate Syrup 1/4 cup Chocolate Pudding Mix 4 oz Brandy 1 oz Grand Marnier Garnish Marshmallows Directions Heat milk in medium sauce pan. Meanwhile, melt chocolate chips in microwave. Dip the rim of your mugs in the melted chocolate and crushed graham crackers, and set aside. Add remaining melted chocolate to milk, along with honey and chocolate syrup, and whisk

11/15/2017•Dun Magazine

The Forged Fly

JEN: When I first saw your work at last year’s Somerset show, I was blown away. How did the idea of The Forged Fly come about? I’ve always felt an uncontrollable curse, where I imagine most things I see “in metal.”  For over a decade, I’ve been looking for something that hasn’t been done in the world of metal art.  When I got back into fly fishing, I was drawn to the possibility of creating flies of steel. I saw flies as tiny sculptures. One day, I desperately wanted to fish in an area, and didn

11/15/2017•Dun Magazine

Paula Shearer

DUN: What is your most memorable guiding experience? PS: I have had a lot of memorable guiding experiences, but the one that comes to mind was from a few years ago. I met an older lady named Brigette. She had gotten into fly fishing and was very keen on becoming a better angler, and on most occasions, she fished alone. The Bow River had been her nemesis for a couple of years, and as dedicated and determined as she was, she had yet to land a fish on this river. Knowing this, I was constantly in t

11/15/2017•Dun Magazine

The Do's and Don'ts of Layering

No way to get around it, the seasons are changing and winter is upon us. Unless you live in the deep south, you’re going to need to bundle up this winter. Knowing what to do, and just as important, what not to do, is vital in keeping yourself safe and warm on the water this winter. The Do’s Do - Start with a base layer. This layer is meant to trap warm air next to your body and pull sweat away from your skin. The most overlooked of all layers, this one is right up at the top as the most import

11/15/2017•Dun Magazine

Perspective

Maybe it was the morning light dancing along the river’s surface or the water softly lapping at my knees. Maybe it was the gentle breeze carrying the sweet pine smell through the valley or the tug on the line that allured me. Something in that early morning made me transfixed. Entranced. Mesmerized. Hypnotized. It was my first time fly fishing, and with every cast, I knew it would not be the last. From that moment on, my fly boxes were bursting with stoneflies, copper johns, scuds, RS2s, and se

11/15/2017•Anna Ortega

Twenty Eight Years

I am sitting perfectly happy and consciously grateful in the black darkness of early dawn. My trusted, and well worn, Patagonia puff ball jacket is zipped up over red flannel pajamas as I rest my wool-socked feet on the hearth of a wood burning river rock fireplace. I feel myself slowly awakened by the taste of that essential first sip of steaming coffee as the sun starts making its way up in the sky, reliably lighting up the majesty of the natural beauty surrounding a hundred year-old farmhouse

11/15/2017•Susan Rockrise

Firsts

I didn’t know what to expect flying from Winnipeg to the North Seal River area of Northern Manitoba to Gangler’s North Seal River Lodge. It was 6 am and barely light when departing on Calm Air Charters’ 10 passenger plane. We were greeted by our German-born pilot and native Madagascar co-pilot, both speaking better English than my Southern slang. They went over the safety rules and offered us snacks and water before takeoff. The flight was two hours, so we all settled in for a morning’s nap with

11/15/2017•Wanda Taylor

The Stages of Grief

When I was 14, my father taught me about fishing holes. We waded into the shallows of the Platte, the sun at our necks, muddy water lapping our ankles. He would point to the other side of the bank where the otherwise quick, singing water stilled and lay quiet. “That is where the fish rest” he would always say. He taught me to seek the calm that nature provides, despite its haunting chaos. When I was 19, my father taught me that despite seeking out the fishing holes, despite the singing water ar

11/15/2017•Hannah Kramer

Due North

It didn’t take more than five minutes to catch and release my first fish of the day. The river was barely 60 feet across, yet there seemed to be a hundred hungry mouths stacked in the riffles on either side of me. Every cast, regardless of how delicate or clean a drift, produced at least a nose of interest, if not a full-on attack. It was when one aggressive female, taking me completely by surprise, cleared the surface of the water and arced down upon my fly that I realized fishing for brook tro

11/15/2017•Liz Ogilvie

Dear Everett

Dear Everett, This is the story about your first 18-inch Westslope Cutthroat trout. At this time, you were only six months conceived and your name wasn’t Everett - it was Butternut Lebron. But that’s a story for a different bedtime. I wonder, butternut boy, if you remember that flash of green sliding up through the water column. I wonder if you remember the sunset red on its jaw as it sipped foam, hook, and feather off the surface. Did you hear the splash through the ambient auditory ocean of

11/15/2017•Emerald Lafortune