Scott Graham with one of his enormous 'poons. |
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us this week with his tales of 200 pound Texas tarpon, as well as provides
us with information on tracking tarpon and the Tarpon
Tomorrow conservation organization. For more information, or to book
Capt. Graham, check out www.flyfishingtexas.com. |
An Edwards "Quad" is one of the more desirable pre-War rods. |
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Sante Giuliani provides a lively and interesting interview this week on the subject of bamboo fly rods, his personal rehabilitation thanks to cane, as well as some useful recommendations on current and past makers of bamboo rods for the fisherman and collector to consider. |
Marshall Cutchin was one of the first wave of flyfishing guides in the Florida Keys. |
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This week's guest is Marshall Cutchin, editor of MidCurrent Fly Fishing
and one of the first wave of guides in the Florida Keys. Marshall discusses
the thrill of tarpon fishing and the impact of twenty-five years of angling
on some of the sport's most hallowed waters. |
This article originally ran in the March 2006 edition of American Angler and is reproduced here with permission.
AS THE NAME IMPLIES, a guide school is where fly fishermen go to learn how to be guides. Or, to be more precise, guide school is where some fly fishermen go to learn how to be good guides. Typical guide-school curriculum includes things such as how to tie knots, how to be a better caster, and what to expect from various kinds of clients. A good guide school will go in to stuff like important business decisions-everything from how to choose a name and logo to what kind of insurance to carry in case you accidentally kill somebody. (Hey, guiding can get a little hairy.) And when the school is over, any outfit worth its salt will help place a student in a guiding job.
This article originally ran in the January/February 2006 edition of American Angler and is reproduced here with permission.
YOU'VE PROBABLY BEEN THERE. Two hours from home, halfway through the thermos of coffee, knee-deep in cold water on a cold day, and not a single, solitary fish to show for it. They're taunting you. Riseforms are everywhere, but not one of the shiny little bull's-eyes has your fly in the middle of it. You're forced to ask the most forlorn question heard on the water: What the heck are they feeding on?
