On July 20, 1969, as Neil Armstrong was becoming the first man to put bootprints on the moon, I was getting my first introduction to the sport of fly-fishing on an icy mountain stream in Idaho. It ...

Tying flies has long been one of my favorite winter activities. I derive much pleasure from crafting a supply of the many fly patterns needed to restock my fly boxes for the upcoming trout season.

The first time I went fly fishing, my buddy summed up the sport in five words: “hurling money into the river.” That definitely felt like the case as I proceeded to lose $10 worth of store-bought flies ...

He opens a silver box about the size of a thin paperback book to reveal several rows of neatly displayed flies. The yellow-and-black imitation bugs are lined up side-by-side. There’s a row of crane ...

At a few nearby tables sat a bunch of flytiers who had brought their own collections of fur and feathers along with their vises and varying levels of confidence. They were there to compete in the ...