There’s a unicorn hunter in every fisherman. We all pursue some impossible dream, something we know will probably never happen but still hope for. And since we do it with flies, we fare even worse than average in this unicorn-chasing condition. The guys at Blue Halo decided to act upon their madness, and fly to the polar regions in hope of catching the brightest, most colourful, impossibly big Chars, Dolly Vardens and Brook Trouts. With their fiberglass fly rods, cool clothes and hipster beards. And I would give plenty of dear things, maybe even my treasured New York ash tray with the Twin Towers on it, to be part of a trip like that. [vimeo=]