Anglers Journal

Run, Fish, Drink, Repeat

Even before the first ribbon of light had hit the canyon rim, runners began crawling out of tents and trucks and into the cold morning air. Overnight, a small village had formed in the sagebrush field along the banks of the Gunnison River’s Lake Fork tributary in Colorado. Bundled in down jackets and wool hats, runners packed rods, reels, flies, food and water into their packs. As the sun climbed toward the canyon’s ridgeline, the runners made their way to the start line. Hugs and hellos were passed around.

Longtime fishing friends Cary Pugh and Laura Dowd had flown in from Washington, D.C., and San Diego two days earlier. Several years ago, Dowd had read about the Flyathlon. Knowing Pugh wasn’t a runner but

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