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Voices from the River: Lessons from the Past
By Mark Taylor Back when we were enjoying an exceedingly mild February, plenty of friends were confident spring had arrived early. I knew better and, sure enough, March has been a lion here in Virginia. With actual trips to the river pretty much on hold due to snow and cold, I’ve instead been living vicariously…
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Voices from the River: Feeling the weight
“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountai n day; whatever his fate, long life, short life,…
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Voices from the River: I’m not fishing to catch a fish
By Natalie Stauffer-Olsen I recently enjoyed an intense discussion with a dear friend. I have known this thoughtful fellow since I was a teenager—his passion for science and research, and his encouragement, were influential in my decision to pursue a career in freshwater ecology. In this particular conversation, I found myself intently listening to his…
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Voices from the River: Finding the fishing truck
By Chris Hunt Last spring, after a lengthy search, I found the perfect rig to haul my little camper up into the hills around home for weekend fishing get-aways. It was old. It guzzled gas, which encouraged shorter trips, and it didn't leak or burn oil. It had good clearance, ran like a champ and…
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Voices from the River: Breaking the age barrier
By the Seedskadee Chapter Board of Directors Trout Unlimited does many great things across our country, but also faces many challenges moving into the future. One brought up often at state council meetings in Wyoming—and likely across the country—is the age and diversity of the board of the local chapters. Let’s face it, many of…
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Voices from the River: The leviathan
Photo by Chris Hunt by Dave Ammons There exist a number of memorable fish in my experience. The little brook trout caught in a narrow, tumbling stream whose encounter caused us both to blush. A cutthroat from the depths of a mountain tarn so clear it reflected a Colorado sky all the way through to…
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Voices from the River: Getting lost
By Chris Hunt I got lost last night. Not your traditional, "I have no idea where I am," kind of lost. But lost just the same. My daughter is home for a scant month between jobs—she's returned from Colorado's ski country and is a month away from her next gig at Colter Bay on Jackson…
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