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Josh Duplechian

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    A season’s ending, not yet

    Autumn. Grouse, elk, trout, football, and deer. It’s been a great summer of rivers, dry flies, high country native trout, and late nights around the campfire but as the seasons change so do activities. There are some river trips, however, that should still be explored long after the last coat of 303 is applied for…

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    When lottery season ends

    Three words have stuck in the back of my mind since I’ve started playing the permit game for river rafting. Post-permit season and for that matter pre-permit season, too. Here’s what I mean. Each year some of the biggest and most coveted river trips throughout the western United States are permitted via a traditional lottery…

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    When in doubt, scout it out

    There comes a time in our rowing careers where we find a groove. We've been there and rowed that many times over the course of 10 years or more. That experience level may make us more proficient at rowing trickier water but it can also make us all a bit overconfident which can lead to…

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    Bring your snorkel

    Getting up close and personal with Green River trout The beauty of being perched on a boat headed downstream is the unique ability to see into the water below. Each Labor Day, our family and friends like to float Utah’s famous Green River below the Flaming Gorge dam. Often dubbed the “Aquarium,” the crystal-clear waters…

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    Keep ice for drinks all week long with this tip

    Summer river trips, particularly in the desert southwest where our family and friends enjoy playing, can be scorching hot. Sometimes so hot that all you can do to escape is dunk yourself into the 50 degree water passing by your boat to cool off. However, my mind tends to wander directly to iced beverages and…

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    Milestones

    Milestones. Like shifting winds off the canyon walls, they come and go without warning. While often more prevalent when we are younger, milestones appear easier to recognize as we age. A couple of weeks ago, without notice, one happened. On the drive back from the river, I announced it to my wife, who was quietly…