"Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are.” ~Franklin D. Roosevelt Love is astir in the waters of the Henry’s Fork. Love of a more primitive nature that is. Yes indeed...
At a mile or so above sea level in the northern hemisphere, winter’s journey to the season of renewal is marked by pitiful increments of advancement in temperature and daylight hours. It is not...
It’s a winter wonderland up here in Henry’s Fork country. What better place to spend a day fly fishing for trout? The river isn’t crowded, the trout are hungry and hooking big wild...