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The world’s best fishing as reviewed in AIN Publications’ award-winning Business Jet Traveler magazine and its website (www.bjtonline.com).
Traditionally, helicopters have been used to rescue people who, for varied reasons, have become unwillingly isolated from their fellow man. Snatched from the jaws of danger, these victims of fate are hoisted aloft, thanks to a set of whirling rotorblades and a skillful pilot, and deposited into the waiting, grateful arms of their fellow humans. Rescued from the terrible isolation of the wilderness, returned to the safety of civilization.
During the golden weeks of late September and early October, few places offer a greater fly-fishing spectacle than the short tidal rivers on the edge of the Bering Glacier, an ice field larger than Rhode Island. These rivers are packed with coho salmon–silvers, as Alaskans call them.
You’ll find brook trout in countless alder-lined beaver bogs and tumbling canopy-forest brooks along the spine of the Appalachians, throughout the New England backwoods and over to Michigan’s sandy upper peninsula. All of them are delicate and tiny.
Three thousand kilometers from tidewater, a porpoise surfaces. Then a foot-long skinny slasher of a fish grabs the streamer fly you strip through water the color of Lapsong tea and shreds it. Sweat runs down your nose. The February sun blazes.
Stand in a trout stream holding a fly rod for as many hours and days as the patience of your partner back home and the indulgence of your boss, employees or stockholders will permit. Sooner or later, you’ll catch a spotted porpoise of a fish so improbably outsized for the shallow confines of the freshwater creek where it swims that you won’t believe it.
To refer to Alaska’s Boardwalk Lodge as a fishing resort is like calling a Rolls-Royce a car. The description is correct, but it doesn’t begin to do justice to the place.
“You can buy fish in a store,” said Garry “Red” Edson, lead guide for the lodge, which gets its name from the boardwalk that connects its buildings and stretches down to its dock. “This isn’t about taking home a bunch of fish; it’s about the total experience.
Sometime in April, when the turquoise waters of the Florida Keys warm to a certain triggering temperature, thousands of prehistoric-looking fish called tarpon appear in schools on the shallow-water flats of Florida Bay. Soon after, they begin an annual circular migration on the Atlantic Ocean side from the middle Keys around Islamorada to Key West and back. Their backs are green.
Magic happens during quiet late-June evenings on Firehole River in Yellowstone National Park. Ideally, the day has been sunny and warm, with little or no wind. That’s what the bugs like. And the trout like the bugs.
There’s a fun way to beat the crowds of summertime tourists smothering the famous sand-slope Great Beach, the place where Thoreau said a man may stand “and put all America behind him.”
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