written and photographed by Mary L. Peachin
Jul 2000, Vol. 4 No. 10
Rivers meander through quiet wilderness, where eagles soar, and ducks paddle the edge of the banks. Deer, elk, maybe the occasional bear can be sighted. Sometimes rivers wind through canyons that would otherwise be inaccessible. And for the angler, flyfishing water is always gentle, drift boats seldom have rapids to run. Miles can be floated while relaxing in a drift boat, without the worry of a fly line hooked into a tree branch.