This simple streamer is deadly for both fresh and saltwater fish. If that wasn’t reason enough to start adding them to your box, they are super easy to tie as well. Strip the fly back to you with an erratic retrieve and hang on! Dun Magazine - Tails & Ties - The Seaducer from Dun Magazine on Vimeo.
Created in 1944 by Trader Vic this classic cocktail has been “improved” so much, the modern cocktail only shares one trait with the original - Rum. We use a very dark and a lightly spiced Rum to approximate Vic’s original Rum of choice. Enjoy this cocktail any night of the week. 1 oz Lime Juice 1 oz Dark Rum 1 oz Light Rum 1/2 oz Orange Curacao 1/2 oz Orgeat Syrup Garnish: Mint Sprig To Build: Combine all the ingredients except garnish in a shacker. Shack to chil and double strain into a Doub
Our green Coleman canoe gets some strange looks at the Gallatin River put in. There’s snow in the forecast for the afternoon but for now the sun is out, warming up my waders that hang from the review mirror. We pull the canoe off a cutbank into the small eddy and I eye the sharp fence between upstream and downstream water. “If we tip over here, we just swim back to the car, right?” I say. I’m half joking. The water is winter cold and I really, really don’t want to go for a wader swim. Two men
It was late March and my husband, no longer able to resist the call of fishing, had taken us to the Poconos. Like the rest of the residents of the North East we felt the call of spring. We were all tired of the gray days, the snow and the cold. We were seriously wishing for sunshine and warmth and trout. That day, we drove up to the mountains from South Jersey with the promise of temperatures in the 60’s. Even so, there was still snow on the ground, patches of ice on the edges of the streams an
Taking a 2,600 mile fishing trip cross country only to say goodbye to Josh, my husband, was a bittersweet journey filled with many memories. While fly fishing in Ketchikan, Alaska with Project Healing Towers (a program dedicated to the mental and physical rehabilitation of disabled veterans), Josh received an invitation from one of the guiding businesses there to come back to be a guide for six months. I knew this was too incredible of an opportunity to pass up so I told him to go while I fini
When Josh and I found out we were having a little girl, we both cried tears of Joy. Josh won’t admit that, but I’m telling his secret. I cook his meals and am the mother of his children. He can’t get too mad right? Besides the “She’s never dating”, “She’s never leaving the house” spiel, he said three things to me that day that melted my heart. Through the tears he told me “I really want her to be proud to have me as her father.” “I’m going to work really hard to be the husband to you that s
"All women are b**ches and liars." Those were the exact words out of an older man’s mouth a few years ago when my partner and I were fishing on a famous Lake Ontario steelhead river. When this man first approached us, thanks to our completely gender-neutral appearance, he just seemed a little jealous that we had been out-fishing him and he wanted us out of “his space,” but when he figured out we were women, he began blurting out a rant about how horrible women were, including his own mother. Thi
My earliest memory is learning how to draw a house with perspective. Since then I’ve been hooked on art of many kinds. From taking courses while I was in college in printmaking, glass forming, pottery and sculpture to fine art, graphic design and jewelry making, art of all kinds has always inspired me. I graduated with a Bachelors of Fine Arts in Illustration from the Rochester Institute of Technology without the clear sense of personal style that many of my peers had evolved. I could draw anyt
I have water in my veins, a common thread, starting from when I was a young girl growing up on the shores of Wild Fowl Bay, off of Lake Huron’s thumb of Michigan. It was a great place to explore woodlands, wetlands, fishing, sailing and swimming. You could not keep me out of the water then and it continually pulls be back now. As an adult, I am constantly being pulled back to the need for water, sort of a “Fish out of Water.” I have lived in a suburb of Illinois, not far from Chicago and the
Sliding down cellar doors, slapping a hand ball against cement stoops, drawing on steamy, black asphalt with chalk bought at the corner deli…these were my day-to-day adventures growing up in Queens, New York. Any sign of greenery was sparse: four sycamore trees that lined our corner row home, a 10’ patch of “grass” in our tiny yard, and the occasional dandelion that found its way into the cracks of the endless sidewalks. Skies rarely brightened beyond a smoggy, pale blue and the only likeness o
