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A cascade of spring snow sports at Oregon’s Mount Bachelor
February 7, 2013
Oregon’s Mount Bachelor
The New York Times recently pointed to the Cascade Mountains as the beneficiary of 110 inches of precipitation during March and April each year, declaring Stevens Pass “a prime place for spring skiing.” Well, some years. Other years, what falls is rain. The snow gets slushy. I know. It’s my neck of the woods. I live an easy two hours’ drive from Stevens.
Fishing the flats in tropical Los Roques
October 18, 2012
Fishing the flats in tropical Los Roques
Eighty miles off the Venezuela coast, the little jet dipped its wing, giving me a stunning view in the February sunshine of a place called Los Roques: three great igneous rock formations surrounded by brilliant blue water, green mangrove strips and thousands of shimmering white sandbars.
An exhilarating way to experience wild rivers
July 23, 2012
An exhilarating way to experience wild rivers
“The thrill never ceases,” said kayaking enthusiast Monica Gokey of Missoula, Mont. “One minute you are at the top of a rapid, the next you’re hurtling through the crashing spray. The river moves around you.
Now We’re Talking Turkey
January 24, 2012
I've hunted wild ducks, grouse, pheasants and other game birds with varying levels of enthusiasm for 40 years. But I had never seen anything like this: two resplendent four-foot-tall adult male wild turkeys, all bronze and black and iridescent, galloping on stilt-like legs across a cattle pasture the size of two football fields.
White Nights and Wild Salmon
September 1, 2009
I must admit I've been treated royally during my stay here at Camp Ryabaga, above the Arctic Circle. In fact, I can't remember when I've been so pampered so far from home. Ten anglers fed by three chefs, looked after by four housekeepers, with five helicopter mechanics, a massage therapist and doctor on standby-30 staff altogether-evokes in one a blush of guilt. But one soon gets over it.
Gone bonefishing
December 1, 2008
Where were you last Super Bowl Sunday? I was wading across a tropical tidal flat in the Caribbean Sea, up to my knees in warm, sparkling clear saltwater.
One Honkin' Big Brown
October 1, 2008
A little after 10 p.m. one night last March, I was hosing down my waders outside the drying room at Terra del Fuego's elegant Maria Behety Lodge when Brian Yamamoto came rolling in. Yamamoto, a dentist from Fairbanks, carried his 15-foot Snowbee spey rod and sported a smile as wide as the Argentine pampas.
The flesh-eating rainbows of Alaska
August 1, 2008
Many places make the dubious claim of being the "sport-fishing capital" of this or that species of game fish, but for trophy rainbow trout there's an obvious champion with no competitor: Alaska. And no billboards making the proclamation are required. Anyway, there aren't many roads where you're going-mostly just paths through the alders made by the largest brown bears on Earth.
The aquatic attack dogs of the Canadian far north
June 1, 2008
Around the second week in June, schools of northern pike suddenly appear in the sandy-bottom shallows of tea-colored Wollaston Lake in northeastern Saskatchewan. These are lean, gold-green creatures with dark, inset eyes imbedded in long, fierce snouts sheathing multiple rows of sharp, sinister teeth. They are sunning themselves.
A thousand miles from nowhere
April 1, 2008
The silver and gold treasure you're after isn't buried. It's swimming through
Looking for an extreme fishing adventure? Try this: fly to Paris, then on to Mahe, Seychelles. You're now 1,000 miles off the coast of Kenya. Next, take a charter flight to a group of coral islands called Farquar, 500 miles south of Mahe and closer to Madagascar.

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