<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Fishing</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/subject/fishing?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><description>Fishing</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Fish and Chips]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36707-2005Jan25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36707-2005Jan25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Ice fishing, a sport more commonly found in Minnesota, is alive and well in Western Maryland.]]></description><author> Don Beaulieu</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Ice Day To Go Fishing]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23766-2005Jan20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23766-2005Jan20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A small group of sportsmen herald the onset of winter. They dream of below-zero temperatures that transform lakes and slow-moving rivers into massive platforms of foot-thick ice. And when this occurs -- usually only for four to six weeks every winter in the mid-Atlantic region -- it's time for ice fishing.]]></description><author> Gary Diamond</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In B.C., Lured by A Fishing Lodge]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A45355-2004Apr2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A45355-2004Apr2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Flying north into Canada. For those who fish, the words are magical, fuel for tantalizing dreams. Ideally, you fly so far north that only a floatplane will do, to a destination so remote that the lodge you see as you land is the first building you've spotted in hours. In the case of Hakai Lodge -- a fish camp on British Columbia's rugged Central Coast -- that ideal isn't just a dream. The floatplanes fly direct from Seattle, and from July through Labor Day, they fly once a day.]]></description><author> Eric Redman</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fly Girls]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61904-2003Oct21.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61904-2003Oct21.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[You think trout fishing is a man's world? Well, some women are knee-deep in it.]]></description><author> Christine O'Toole</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Shell Game]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3283-2003Jun17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3283-2003Jun17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Crabbing is a Chesapeake rite of passage. But as a novice learns on a trip to Solomons Island, crabs don't always come through in a pinch.]]></description><author> Don Beaulieu</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Crab Meet]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47917-2003Mar5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47917-2003Mar5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Recipe for satisfaction: an old friend, a few chicken necks and Maryland's most famous resident.]]></description><author> Kristin Henderson</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Cast Aways]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A2540-2002Oct22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A2540-2002Oct22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Get lost in the serene fly-fishing settings of West Virginia's Elk River.]]></description><author> John Briley</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stalking Trout  In the Colorado]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A55294-2002Apr26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A55294-2002Apr26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[It all appears so wild and true. The water is big and cold and clear. The fish are the color of vacation sunsets. You can see them, shouldering into the current, ready, able and wily.]]></description><author> William Booth</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bottom Fishing]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32424-2002Jan11.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32424-2002Jan11.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Fishing in the ocean. There is something rare and pure about it. Salt air, and anticipation, and sun stinging your back. Ernest Hemingway once wrote to a friend that there is no pleasure like "being on the sea, in the unknown wild suddenness of a great fish."]]></description><author> Peter Mandel</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lure of the Bayou]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49645-2001Apr6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49645-2001Apr6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/subject/fishing</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 18:36:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I was pumped. I had a saltwater rod, borrowed from a friend, and a boxful of floozy flies, gaudy as befeathered showgirls in a Las Vegas lineup. My Louisiana guide had described the "ripping attack" and "blinding fast runs" of our tenacious prey -- the redfish, a k a red drum.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item></channel></rss>