
Little Grouse on the Prairie
I’d come to hunt a vestige bird, a prairie grouse whose origins can be traced to Alaska’s bygone steppes. Commonly associated with the fields and dry gullies of the American West, the bird I pursued was the sharp-tailed grouse.

What the Coho Said
An 11-pound buck with a faint ruddy blush attacked so swiftly that I scarcely had time to react. Pow! Leaping two feet into the air, haloed by a galaxy of droplets, the fish resembled an exploding star.

The Art of Grayling
Ancient, elegant and, in a most innocent sense, gullible, grayling are unique characters cut from the rare and precious tapestry that is Alaska. For a few old-timers (and for this one in particular) they compose the first lines of a long, colorful angling story.