Margaree, Nova Scotia By Kenzie Kozera & James Bessette   While it feels nearly impossible to put the beauty of Margaree into words, this blog post will attempt to do so and only hope that we remotely do it justice…  Margaree and its surrounding areas contain some of the most beautiful scenery one may encounter across the globe. With vegetation that glows so brightly green in this summer that you would assume photos are edited and vibrant fall colours that draw tourists to the Cabot trail from across the world, you will no doubt find yourself simply staring in awe...

My passion for fishing started at a young age. My two younger brothers and I would go and cast at whatever would bite. The lake that our family cottage is on unfortunately does not have many fish, so we were excited when our dad said he had rented a spot on a beautiful nearby lake. Exploring new waters can be both gratifying and challenging. We didn’t know when we arrived, but that weekend would turn out to be more on the challenging side!  After a few days of hard fishing and nothing to show for it, we started to get discouraged....

By David-Alexandre Chabot   Sometimes simplicity is best, this is definitely the case with this trout recipe!   Ingredients: - Freshly caught trout - Salted Butter - Garlic    Step 1: Get some wood for the fire.   Step 2: Get that fire started!   Step 3: Enjoy the view while the fire turns the wood into coal.   Step 4: Clean your trout and get some garlic and butter.   Step 5: Stuff the trout with that good stuff   Step 6: Wrap your trout in foil.    Double Wrap is best.   Step 7: Wrap more foil around...

by Erik Barrus   For many folks whether they have been fly fishing for a week or 30 years there are a few places around the world that are considered a Mecca of sorts for fly fishing. Runnin’ down browns on the South Island in New Zealand, hucking streamers for logs in the rivers of Patagonia in South America, nearly walking on top of salmon while trying to land a big ol’ buck during the silver runs in Alaska; these are a few of the places that people dream about.  I have had the great fortune to take in the...

By Michel Carrier   I was five or six years old when my grandmother Irene took my brother and me down to Sisson Brook, a small stream located a few steps from the camp my grandfather had built in the forest of northwestern New Brunswick. Arriving on site, "Mémére" proceeded to cut down a few alder branches , to which she attached about fifteen feet of black fishing line (quite similar to the backing I now have on my salmon reel). It couldn't have been a more basic or rustic fishing rod, but we were in awe that she could...