The rain was light as Dunk and I sat on the top of a steep and forested bank overlooking the Nonvianuk River. Smoking Camel cigs we lounged in our gore-tex waders on a soft bed of lingonberry bushes, blueberry bushes, and caribou moss; Miles above the Nonvianuk River’s confluence with the Kukaklek River to form the Alagnak River — Surrounded by over two million acres of Alaskan wilderness. Dunk is a seasoned hard-working fly fishing guide and river captain on the gnarliest river system in Alaska. And the “fishiest” professional guide I have ever met. An Alaskan local from Anchorage, Dunk has been guiding anglersRead More →

Fly Fishing Guide In New York State

The Alagnak is a wild and vast river. Flowing for a hundred miles or more through the Alaskan bush, it rips apart tree-lined  banks, tumbles rocks the size of refrigerators the distance of a football field, washing and wearing down the tundra. Finding it’s course it gouges new routes each season, turning rocks into pebbles and sand; It’s j0b since the dawn of time. Sending countless millions upon millions of gallons of freshwater over the wilderness to the ocean of Bristol Bay. My days are spent travelling The Alagnak as the captain of a 16 foot Lowe Roughneck flat bottom scow with a 60 HPRead More →

As a fishing and hunting guide in my 23rd season I’ve spent much time outside navigating natural environments. In any trade there is an evolution. Gaining experience sharpens skills. The more trips the more success. Learning something new every time out is important. Floundering a bit is a default strategy of mine. The hard way is not the easiest but sometimes the quickest route. In the niche world of guiding — in any world of anything — good judgement is attained through experience. With more experience comes sharper decisions.  A simple equation that results in success. The scrapes and dents along the way remembered andRead More →

Stained and rotting snowbanks. Sideways rain that wants to turn to snow. Grey skies. Roads bleached with salt. Green and brown patches of snowplow scarred lawn start to show beneath the snow on the edges of driveways and parking lots. Mud season is coming fast. Just about here.  And not one of us in “The Real Upstate New York” are immune to the dullness of the local landscape and the ensuing mild depression that results. We are coming to the end of one of the longest ice fishing seasons we have had in years here in Upstate New York. It is not over (in factRead More →