My Hero: A Fish Story By Jack Handey

The greatest fly fisherman I ever knew was a big bear of a man. When he stood up straight he was well over six feet tall. He had powerful, hairy arms and massive, hair-covered legs. His body was also hairy. For some reason he kept his fingernails and toenails long and sharp.

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And all this time I thought they preferred blondes

According to a new book by William Black, gentlemen prefer dry flies.

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All Fluff and Waders

Just one of the titles from writer, artist and cartoonist Cliff Hatton.

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Flyosophy

Take some time today and check out the musings of flyosopher "Sean Juan" Murphy.

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"In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing,"

Last Sunday a monument dedicated to the Rev. John Maclean and his son's book was unveiled in front of the First Presbyterian Church in Missoula. Church members Thelma Hogan and Tom Finch conceived of the commemoration, which comes 100 years after Maclean became pastor in Missoula. He and wife Clara arrived in February 1909 from Clarinda, Iowa, with young sons Norman and Paul in tow.

The Maclean Family in 1911.

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There Are Such Days

A poem by Ed Laine

My fly is trapped in branches high and dense,

just ripped my brand new waders on a fence.

Chilled water is already rushing in,

that big brown trout, I swear, just flashed a grin.

Read the rest in the May/June issue of Far and Away. LINK