Back in the day, if you were a fly fisherman, your waders were made of rubber. No water was getting in — or out — unless you snagged them on a barbwire fence getting to the stream. The “out” part of ...

The first time I went fly-fishing I was wearing borrowed waders. The person — guy — from whom I’d borrowed them had to have been at least twice my size. I cinched the shoulder straps as tightly as ...

As the days get a little warmer, and the evenings stay light a little longer I can’t keep my attention on the slopes, and I start to head to the river. Spring in Colorado is cold, and the water is ...

Good fly fishermen have the sort mystique that makes you want to immediately go out and buy a pair of waders. But the sport also comes with a boatload of arcana and fussy gear, and it's hard to break ...

Living the dream as a skier, mountain biker, and fly-fisher in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, Kelly Bastone contributes to our women’s gear column, The XX Factor. In a world full of ill-fitting women’s ...