Women taking fly-fishing by storm

By Ross Leonhart

There’s something almost magical about standing hip-deep in a river, a fly rod rhythmically counting beats like a slender metronome; the cast like a crescendo in a piece of music, the fish (or lack thereof), the finale. It’s a sight that compels walkers to pause on bridges and onlookers to stop on the banks of the Eagle River. But before you call out, “Hey mister, catching anything?” you’d better take a closer look. You might need to revise that to, “Hey lady, catching anything?” More and more women are getting into fly-fishing, learning the peace of the river and the …

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