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Monthly Archives: July 2011
The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: How to Rope a Pike by George Calef
- By: IDP
- 27th July 2011
- Fly Fishing
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: The Spey Fishing Primer by Jeff Bright
- By: IDP
- 27th July 2011
- Fly Fishing
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He moved out gracefully and easily until he was in water over his hips; then he began to put out line with his double-handed thirteen-foot rod. He was spey casting, rolling the line out in a long loop that lifted the fly from the water in front of him and carried it over and out in a straight smooth cast that covered the whole water. He worked his fly across, deep and slow, moved down a step or two and cast again, letting the big shining curve of the rod carry the burden of the work…
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: The Southern Cross A Photo Essay by Brian Grossenbacher
- By: IDP
- 27th July 2011
- Fly Fishing
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: A Poem by Robert DeMott
- By: IDP
- 27th July 2011
- Fly Fishing, Culture
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Yellow Trillium Brown Trout Rusty Spinner
A Poem by Robert DeMott
Paintings by AD Maddox
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: Tanzania Tigerfish by Henry Gilbey
- By: IDP
- 26th July 2011
- Fly Fishing
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Both are a seething mass of humanity, but the differences between flying into and then out of somewhere as outrageously modern and first world as Dubai and then landing a few hours later in the oozing chaos of a southern African city, such as Dar es Salaam in Tanzania, could not be more marked. Dubai airport does not do it for me at all—indeed the whole endless shopping mall thing makes me feel somewhat empty inside, so it’s with a sense of freedom and joy that I board the flight south to Tanzania and the seemingly random mass of humanity you see as you are driven across the bustling city to your hotel.
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak: The Gentlemen of Style by Terry Wieland
- By: IDP
- 26th July 2011
- Wingshooting
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On the evening of May 16, 1816, just as the play was ending at Covent Garden, George Bryan Brummell slipped out of the theatre, climbed into a hired coach, and hurried south across the Thames.
At Clapham Common, hidden where it would not be recognized, his personal coach was packed and waiting. They galloped through the night, arriving at Dover before dawn. There he chartered a boat to carry him across the channel to Calais. Brummell—Beau Brummell—was fleeing the crushing weight of his gambling debts and the looming threat of debtors’ prison. He would never see England again.
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The Contemporary Sportsman Sneak Peak Steelhead Faith by Mark Lance
- By: IDP
- 26th July 2011
- Fly Fishing
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The coastal mountains between Vancouver and Smithers are young and sharp-edged. Thick snow fields and 10,000 year old glaciers drape like a canopy over majestic peaks. Hanging lakes perch precariously on the precipice of hanging
valleys. Terminal moraines pile up neatly in valley floors.
Telltale geomorphology of a glacial epoch and ancient climate considerably colder than today. Waterfalls and cascading meltwater plunge untethered to the valley floor. Receding glacial tongues leave a scoured path of slickensides and a ring of ground rock-flour high upon the steep sides of U-shaped valleys. Other valleys, V-shaped, are carved by water rather than ice. To read more go to www.thecontemporarysportsman.com