A Long-Ago Frenzy of Fishing By Rob Greenfield Photos courtesy of Rob Greenfield My twin brother Rick and I had no idea what to expect as we listened to Dad’s friend Jackson, the local mechanic, persuade him to
Years on the Middle Fork Story by John Carter Photos Courtesy of John Carter In 1933, shortly after the marriage of Lydia Mae Connet Carter and Vernon Silas Carter, who were to become my parents, the newlyweds decided
What Belongs Where? By Paul Lindholdt I stepped away from breaking camp on the Salmon River, stowing dry bags in rafts, and did a sweep of our sandbar before strapping on my flotation device. This site appears on
The River’s Out to Get Me Story and Photos by John O’Bryan What Allison said was, “I didn’t ask you to go at first, because I didn’t think you’d be able to do it.” What I heard was,
A Rafting Evolution By Ray Brooks In late July 2000, it was raining lightly on Boundary Creek’s steep wooden launch ramp of the Middle Fork Salmon as our group started loading our rafts. When I was an apprentice
Bridge-Jumping, the Secret Service, and a Miner’s Grave By Michael Stubbs Gravity Christopher Cuhaciyan cannot let go of the railing. Twice, three times, four, he spreads his arms and legs in a firmly grounded jumping jack. “Here I
Under the Sun and Stars Story and Photos by Linda Lantzy In less than thirty-six hours I’ll be floating the mighty Salmon “River of No Return.” Contained completely within Idaho, this 425-mile-long river begins as a trickle in
Most of us who like to fish, especially with a fly rod, will occasionally have flights of fancy that we’re going to give it all up, quit our jobs, and head off to a river in some glorious part of the world to work as fishing guides. Continue reading
