We launched our boat that chilly December morning and motored straight across the Chesapeake Bay to the Bridge-Tunnel, just off Virginia’s Eastern Shore. My dad and I spent the day chucking white 1 ...

A colorful fly pattern known as the Royal Coachman Bucktail was my Grandpa Harry’s secret weapon. This conclusion follows two decades of observing his catch on the South Fork of the Walla Walla River.

I’ve had this old deer tail floating around since I was a kid. It was from my first buck, a half-rack I shot with my Pop-Pop’s 30-30 sitting next to him behind an old field stone wall. Pop mounted the ...