The Steelhead Society of British Columbia: Dead or Alive? We probe the controversy behind The Steelhead Society of British Columbia.

They have gathered at the Corbett Lake Country Inn, not to catch the divine rainbows, but to talk about cane fly rods, and to cast in a meadow.

Canadian springs. Once there was a wolf pack, running a moose. Another time we abandoned camp and drove to a bar for the Stanley Cup.

There once was a fly named. . ...chironomid!

It helps to be a bit crazy if you're going to build rods out of a tropical grass, the best of which can only be found in Communist China.

The river below Van Egan's window glints with promise and is laden with memories of times he spent with his best friend, Roderick Haig-Brown.

The way Ze'ev Gedalof's got it figured, the great salmon rebound should start just about now. He should know, he's been studying ancient tree rings.

While Erik the non-stop narrator holds forth, our columnist casts his eye skyward and figures out that everytime he leaves the lake, the weather clears up.

Rivers on my Mind, by Van Gorman Egan. A self published classic. And Deep Currents: Roderick and Ann Haig-Brown, by Valerie Haig-Brown.

A picture for you to enjoy and download as a desktop. This month we go to the Kamloops region for spawning Rainbows.

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A lone fly fisherman casts to elusive Brown Trout on the Cowichan River, in the fly fishing-only water above Skutz Falls, near Lake Cowichan, British Columbia.

Photography by Nick Didlick