OUTDOORSCapital City Weekly It's late October, and fresh snow garnishes the high peaks of the Chilkat Range, a subtle, yet clear indicator that winter might come early this year in Southeast Alaska. Under my boots, ice cracks like plates of fragile Depression glass as I carefully walk through a tapestry of leaves that carpet the river's edge. Off in the distance, downstream, the deliberate call of a raven echoes through the lichen rich canyon. Pausing, I begin to read the gin clear water - surveying the pool, systematically from top to bottom, while carefully noting the presence of a few subtle seams and definitive ledges.
On the Fly: The drift on late October angling