The tail waters of the Owyhee Reservoir host german brown trout of mythical proportions that lure anglers from around the world to southeast Oregon. With these big fish in mind, the Driggs, Idaho, ...

View post: Kia Reveals Why The New Telluride Didn’t Get A V6 Tenkara is a centuries-old Japanese style of fly fishing rooted in simplicity: Forget a reel — all you need is a rod, a line, and a fly.

Tenkara fishing is rad, and it’s gaining popularity for the simple, minimalist approach. I have several Tenkara Rods, and to be honest, I could probably use a few more. This new collaboration may be ...

Recently, some friends and I decided to make the trip up for some spring snowboarding at Mammoth Mountain. Given the nice weather, however, I was hoping to squeeze in a bit of fishing along Highway ...

Tenkara rods are a modern take on a traditional form of Japanese fly fishing. The entire system consists of a long rod, a leader, tippet, and a fly. In many aspects, it embodies the purest form of ...

Everything about Tenkara fishing says “small” — a skinny pole with a short line to seek pan-sized fish in tiny creeks. So naturally, when Missoula resident Pat Ortmeyer tied into a 14-inch rainbow ...

In a sport as resistant to change as fly-fishing, tenkara is a revolution. Actually a counterrevolution, since its stripped-down, minimalist aesthetic harks back to the earliest days of angling with ...

An ancient Japanese fishing technique — tenkara — is becoming increasingly popular in the back country of the United States. Tenkara, which means heaven or from the skies in Japanese, originated with ...

As entrancing and addictive as the sport of fly fishing can be, the very idea of it has the opposite effect on some people, who feel it’s too complicated, too technical and too difficult. Anyone ...

Getting your Trinity Audio player ready... PARSHALL — The fact that Daniel Galhardo has fly-fished for more than four years now without a reel, weighted fly line, leader, split shot or strike ...

The clear water of Quartz Creek runs over my wading boots, the Alaska sun bright in a sky of crystal blue. Mountains, impossibly green and rich from the long summer hours of daylight, chew the horizon ...