I may be partial about my fondness of Alaska, but once you have stepped foot on those wild lands, tangled with fish in the waters, and played in the land of the midnight sun,...

The Bitterroot River is my home water. Born and raised in Montana I have fished the Bitterroot for over 30 years, 18 of which I have spent at Water Master Rafts. The river begins...

“Congrats, boys, we made it,” the three of us cheer, spitting flies at each other. These things get into every orifice known to man. I couldn’t cover up enough. Our only option was putting...

It’s negative seven degrees as green slime sprays our left wing on the Missoula runway. We are leaving winter in pursuit of Louisiana Redfish. This adventure is several years in the making, piggy-backed by...

I’m fortunate that I live in Colorado where miles and miles of backcountry wilderness sits at my backdoor. So for years I’ve explored rivers and lakes without names and no permanent address on a...