Visiting a women's fly fishing clinic in New York.
Every fly fishing clinic should start out with food and wine and this women's clinic photo essay is no different!by ~ Nome Buckman
Learning to fish for two.
My daily life has been all about fly fishing for a while. My dreams, my plans and my energy have all consisted of fly fishing. Happiness has come from every single cast and the rivers have been the road I walk. I have seen, felt and heard just for myself. But when the colors of autumn were behind and the whiteness of winter was landing on the rivers, one season of my life was getting to the end. Since that moment, everything in my world has been different. I am not living only for myself any longer. This is the time when I am two.by ~ Veera Viitanen
Dancing to a different tune.
Her hips swayed in opposition to her arms. Hands held just so -- fingers extended, as if accentuating the beat. Head bent. Neck elongated, in contrast to her chin and closed eyes downcast. Gazing past her swaying thighs and knees and feet and toes, pointed just so. To her daughter. The mother was not watching the daughter. The mother was dancing with her pre-teen daughter. And I was a voyeur -- captivated by this innocent couple dancing alongside the stage of an outdoor music festival.by ~ Nikki Seeger
An ode to being broke and fishing anyway.
When I guide, I call any double paddled craft "a divorce boat." Both my boyfriend and I would rather be unloading a handcrafted drift boat off a custom welded trailer into this river. But we're both a little broke, a little cocky and a little wild-eyed in love with floating on water. We use the resources that come cheap and easy to spend time out here. This canoe has been sitting in my backyard abandoned and covered in weeds all autumn.by ~ Emerald La Fortune
All coolers are not created equal.
In 1637, Sir William Berkley, the governor of Virginia, was given a patent to keep and store snow in caves and pits to prevent it from melting. Thus, began the long history of the ice chest, the chilly bin, the esky, the cool bin, the cooler.
Public lands are an important piece of American life. Keeping public lands public isn't a Republican or Democrat party issue -- it's an American issue.
As Americans, we consider ourselves a cultured people and rightfully place high value on the arts. The arts allow us to speak a common language regardless of social, economical or racial barriers. Nowhere is this more evident than in the great city of Nashville. As the Editor-in-Chief of an international fly fishing magazine and an avid angler, I view our national monuments, parks and public lands as a form of art. Like a beautiful painting, the vast open spaces of the Land Between the Lakes is a sight to behold. The morning songbirds there perform with such splendor that even Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik could be considered inadequate. This 178,000 acres of public land, which sees over 1.6 million visitors, and brings almost $5 million in revenue to this rural area is open for all to enjoy.
A kayak made specifically with the fly angler in mind ... YES!
Last year at ICAST I was introduced to the new “fly fishing kayak,” appropriately called the MAYFLY. Now, let me just be completely honest here. I do not kayak. I’ve been in a kayak maybe twice in my life, and we’re not talking a KAYAK…we’re talking those watercrafts that call themselves kayaks that you can purchase at your local Walmart and come with a paddle.
Wrinkles, sun spots and the big C ... protecting yourself never looked so good.
My mom always said “brown fat looks better than white fat.” I lived by that mantra for years. When I was a teenager in the 80’s, putting iodine and baby oil on your skin and then baking in the sun was the “in” thing. I even blistered my whole face one year in Florida on spring break and call that “hillbilly dermabrasion.” While I say this in jest, the effects of the sun are beginning to take their toll. The older I get, the more important it is to me to protect my skin from the elements. Wrinkles and blotchy skin, coupled with a couple of friends who have had to undergo surgery for skin cancer have changed my idea about sunscreens and baby oil.
DUN Magazine is no ordinary fly fishing publication. This quarterly publication is a work of art destined for your coffee table or favorite display shelf. Each edition weighs in at nearly two pounds, and is oversized to showcase the photography inside. Standing at 11.75 inches tall and 9.25 inches wide, this is one impressive magazine.
The magazine is eco-friendly, made of recycled papers and vegetable ink. The cover is 80# matte cover stock with a soft touch and an embossed DUN logo, using a heavy embossing machine. The text pages are 70# matte finish, printed with UV ink.
We spare no expense in printing the magazine. The magazine is created, published and printed in Tennessee. This magazine is more like a book than a magazine. You’ve never seen any outdoor magazine like it.
4 Issues for $40.00USD