
Childhood
A young angler on a Maine river learns that patience, a little coaching, and a snagged line are all part of the fun.

A young angler on a Maine river learns that patience, a little coaching, and a snagged line are all part of the fun.

A weekend fly fishing clinic built just for women, where questions are welcome and nobody gets laughed at.

A mayfly lands beside a sleeping baby mid-stroller nap, proof that a road trip built around dry fly season can still make room for diapers.

A tiny metal ring saves your leader and your knot-tying patience, one season at a time.

From split bamboo culm to first catch, one angler builds her own fly rod and lands a trout with it.

A spooky New Zealand brown, a bad-weather day turned golden, and a new rod that finally let her feel the fight.

Why a fly tier buys hair clips by the dozen, and why the checkout clerk never quite believes the explanation.

A pee funnel that actually works, tested on porches, cliffs and snowbanks until it could spell her name.

A river choked solid with ice each spring quietly reshapes its banks, and the scars show up on trees for years after.

One cast, one sound, one perfect loop, and she knew fly fishing was the thing she'd been looking for all along.