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Laxaþjóð | A Salmon Nation

Our relationship with nature not only defines our history, it shapes our future, too. Yet beneath the surface of Iceland’s fjords, an industrial fish farming method threatens to destroy one of Europe’s last remaining wildernesses. Laxaþjóð | A Salmon Nation tells the story of a country united by its lands and waters, and the power of a community to protect the wild places and animals that helped forge its identity.

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Backyard Adventures: Fishing Eastern Virginia

 /  May 8, 2009 3 Min Read  /  Fly Fishing

Front cast Another installment of the Backyard Adventures for TCL readers today. This time, we're heading back East a bit, and a little back in time, to eastern Virginia in early January.

Folks who live along the mid-Atlantic seaboard know this is one of the few places on earth that didn't get the memo – the one that stipulates rain should turn to snow when the temperature falls below 32 degrees. Bitter cold, gray skies, and depressingly infrequent snowfall makes it a hard place to get outside during the too-long period between the warm, sunny days of September and the first buds of April.

David and Terrell Juth found that the right back yard can make all the difference between letting the season get the best of you, and getting the best of a season.

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For us, backyard adventures are the bulk of our "adventures," and even the aimless ones are pretty damn fun. Our latest was just a walk down the hill …

I visit a small fraction of the places I’d like to each year. Balancing everyday life with the frequent urge to escape is a challenge, and four years ago I tilted things towards my ideal – I moved.

Back cast The streambed widened out onto the narrow flood plain of the storied Shenandoah. We hiked upriver to find some deeper water and a clear path to cast my line and scared up a Great Blue Heron. It croaked its annoyance as it labored up and away. On a shoal jutting into the river I assembled my fly rod. A black woolly bugger seemed like the thing to drag along the bottom, prospecting for a hungry smallmouth bass. I tied it on, flicked it back and felt weeks of rust shake off. Casting is always a joy and I was smiling. The fish were laughing. I had no chance. Still, a skunked fishing trip beats most other things.

Hiking back to the house was a leg-burner. But with the leaves gone, the views over the valley were great. Sometimes we see bald eagles soaring, and winter nights the “hoo-hoo HOOOO” of Great Horned Owls wakes us up. Coyotes sometimes yip and howl, and when the IRS collects our dues, the Whippoorwills return and spend the next six months ruining our sleep. Two days earlier, the Appalachian Trail, three miles in the opposite direction from the river, was the target of our backyard adventure. The next pleasant day we’ll be cycling on these hilly roads and when the summer arrives, buying local produce from the farms. We’ll head back down the hill with kayaks in the pickup truck, makeshift anchors and fly rods on board, quick after work relief as the sun sets or an overnight float on a weekend. Maybe we’ll travel somewhere nice, too. But I’m not too bothered anymore when we can’t.

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