The Drake

Kamui Chep

I SAT STARING at my computer monitor, transfixed by what I’d found in a Japanese flyfishing forum. It was the perfect fly. At least, it was exactly what I needed to catch pink salmon on Japan’s Churui River. I just knew it. And it wasn’t even the flashy red sexiness of the pattern; it was the name: “Kamui Chep.”

Though I would certainly go fishing

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