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The miles of river around you might seem endless, like you could fish for the rest of your life and never see it all. But given a couple decades of hard fishing, you may start to feel quite the opposite. The twisting rivers and rambling streams become your home. And each one within the perimeter of a reasonable driving distance is mentally marked as either explored and fishy or explored and fishless. Until eventually, the list of the unexplored disappears.

And to sustain a sense of adventure, your urge to reconsider the marginal water overtakes your parallel urge to go for the sure thing. Hunting for places beyond the obvious spots on the map becomes part of what you do, not only on fishing trips, but on your days off too.

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Getting Closer

Most of the die-hard locals in this region are nymph-first fishermen. We fish all year, but the opportunities for good dry fly fishing are a small percentage of our time on the water. So, we learn nymphs and catch fish. Because a nymphing approach produces, everywhere...

Podcast: Why It Always Comes Down to Fly Casting — And What Matters Most — S3-Ep6

 The Troutbitten Podcast is available everywhere that you listen to your podcasts. ** Note **  The Podcast Player, along with links to your favorite players is below. This episode is about fly casting — why it matters more than anything, and how we can improve our...

Night Fishing for Trout — Drifting and Swinging Flies

** This Troutbitten article is part of the Night Fishing for Trout series. You can find the full list of articles here. ** Night fishing with a fly rod isn’t for beginners. Rather, it’s for the well-seasoned angler who doesn’t mind feeling like he’s green again....

This is the End

The fisher awoke before dawn. He put his boots on. He took the rod from a gallery of graphite and cork and walked down the forest hall. He moved through thick, hazy darkness -- miles toward the island, with no sound but the crunch, crunch, and rustle. Footfalls on...

The Impossible Shot

I must have been in my late teens, because I was wearing hip boots and casting a fly rod. It was a short transitional time when I fished small streams on the fly and still thought I had no need for chest waders. It’s remarkable how the details of a fishing trip stick...

What to Trust

The tall man crossed the old railroad bridge above me. He paused at the midpoint, lingered and watched me cast for a moment, then he bellowed downstream to me with a voice full of triumph. “I caught a bunch! They’re taking Zebra Midges just under the surface.” “Not...

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