Tales, Tips, and Tactics

My First Elk Hunt My boots crunched over loose shale as I climbed the last few yards to the ridgeline, a bead of sweat running down my temple despite the cold air pressing into my face. I’d been moving uphill since well before sunrise, headlamp cutting a narrow tunnel through the dark, and now—finally—the mountain opened up in front of me. As I reached the top of the ridge I could the air becoming thinner, my breaths became more shallow and sweat dripped down my brow turnin

I settled on fly fishing because of some inherent advantages over gear tackle that I really valued and enjoyed. This all started with fly...