What do you when a paralyzing pandemic sweeps across the globe and traveling is no longer a viable option? You either sit back and wait until it all blows over – or you get busy fishing your home waters. In our case, some of the home waters include salmon rivers that we’ve never really had our eyes set on before. However, spending our summer chasing their chrome migratory runs with double-handed rods has been a mind-blowing experience. We’ve fly fished for Atlantic salmon in Iceland with single-handed rods before, but – as it turns out – there is something extremely addictive about feeling the pull of a freshly-run salmon hooked, against all odds, in a huge swelling river. We cannot help but fear that, like so many before us, we will be driving around all summer next year, sleep-deprived, zombie-like, and with maxed-out credit cards looking for the next fix of chrome-infused adrenaline. Until then, of course, there are a few magazines to put out and this (issue 26) is the first of them. It features contributi
