On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: a brown trout in a cedar tree. Translation: my wife signed off on a pre-Christmas streamer trip. I love winter fly fishing for trout. It’s ...

You can feel it. The air is crisp. Leaves are dancing in countless colors of ochre. The river seems to swell in the yellow light reflected from autumn-cloaked hillsides. Time to get serious about ...