The Flyfish Journal - The Flyfish Journal 15.4

“Standing on a pier in Wisconsin, I frequently find myself surrounded by thousands of bluegill patiently waiting for my fly to hit the water. Each one caught is different than the last. Taking a much closer look, I discover what looks to be small galaxies in their cheeks. Then I get to thinking: What if that’s where our galaxy is and we’re all just living on the cheek of a bluegill?” Photo: Justin Carfagnini

FEATURES

Travel
THE HATCH STARTS IN AN HOUR
Jazz & Fly Fishing Does America
Words: Håvard Stubø

Locale
THE SEARCHER
Seaside in Ireland
Words: Tom Darling

Adventure
DRY FLIES, BLOOD AND BIG COUNTRY
Doing Absolutely Nothing in Montana
Words: Matt Smythe

Adventure
WHO’S THE BOSS?
Taking the Front Row on New Zealand’s North Island
Words: James Fuller

Culture
FIRST, MOST, BIGGEST
A Conversation on Competition
Words: Jason Rolfe and Copi Vojta

Gallery
THE DISRUPTORS
Magdalena Bay’s Crazy Ones
Words and Photos: Nick Price

DEPARTMENTS

Rises
Badgers, Coyotes, Eagles and Bears

Masthead
Marked for Greatness

Editor’s Note
Department of Fish and Games
Words: Jason Rolfe

Contributors
Freelance Autopsy Specialist

Open Water
Blood Knot
Words: Sean Platt

Confluence
Taper
Words: Blaine Peetso

Cutbank
Big Redwoods and Small Cutthroat
Words: Michael Carl

Conservation
Southern Renaissance:
The Pursuit of Bass Drives 
Watershed-Level Conservation
Words and Photos: Matt Lewis, PhD

Cutbank
Something Red or Blue:
A Falkland Islands Meander
Words: Henry Hughes

Open Water
Felt But Never Touched:
Wyoming Carp Utopia
Words: Nick Basaraba

Tailout
Soft-Serve Sweats