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Where there’s smoke, there’s dinner
Blue Smoke that is... There was a time where finding a good meal in a small river town was a challenge. While not a fishing town by trade, Three Forks, Mont., is finding itself in the middle of a recreation boom and among the throngs frequenting the local rivers and trails. This small town, where…
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A Colorado fishing story
Two old friends get together in Salida for one last trout trip By Jim Aylsworth While my dear friend Dick and I would enjoy fishing anywhere together, for this trip we chose to explore the water around Salida, Colo. Upon seeing him at the airport I knew better, but just couldn't help myself. In the…
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Taking in the infrastructure of nature in New Mexico
Humans are coming to grips with the damage we've done ... and the need to repair it Even in New Mexico, a state so over-endowed with emptiness that one can find a place to hide a body almost anywhere, Gila country is about the loneliest place imaginable. The closer you get, as I realized on…
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Collaboration eases conflict in the Upper Colorado River drainage
Editor's note: Water in the West is at a defining moment with severe drought and climate change upending decades of management practices and creating the need to find common ground so all users can benefit. Read or listen to learn more about how conflict can lead to collaboration in the second installment of our Western Water 101…
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Progress before perfection: advice from a bionic angler
I’m trying to improve my health. Still. Again. Since my hip surgery, working out has required considerably more intentionality than I’ve been able to muster over the last decade or so. Pain speaks in different terms; the “your legs are sore because you’re making them stronger” motivation of my younger days has been replaced by…
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The Simms GTS Roller bag might be the solution to the travel-luggage riddle
I may have finally found my solution to dependable travel luggage in the Simms GTS Roller bag, so forgive me if it seems I'm a bit too excited about it. You see, I have a toxic relationship with luggage. I expect perfection, even if I don't always return the favor. Here's the backstory. Several years…
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Remembering Duane Cook and his service to people
I remember being a boy and watching my mother and grandmother yell at the television, as though the Vietnam War was Nixon’s fault and Kennedy and Johnson never existed. At the Memorial Wall in D.C., I remember tears rolling down my good friend’s face the moment he located the name of his father, who died when my friend was but two years old and had yet to commit his dad’s face to memory. My fishing buddy who worked at…
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