I am asked often about the best time to go fishing, with the inquirer typically wanting advice about mornings, evenings, rain or shine. The answer, of course, is obvious. You know what I tell them.

Dusk was closing in as I waded gingerly into the Hemlock Pool and began to cast. Upstream, I saw Dick Fowler’s flashlight ...

The Juniata River, flanked by trees glowing in neon reds, yellows and greens, flowed low and slow last Wednesday morning, with a light mist rising from the water’s surface. It was the day before ...