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Tracking trout in the wilds of Vermont
By Mark Taylor Scientists tend to have a pretty simple philosophy about data: More is better. So Jud Kratzer can be forgiven for not hurriedly working up a paper on results he’s seeing while surveying streams in Vermont, where he has been studying the effects of habitat restoration work on brook trout populations. After all,…
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Trout Tips: Casting from a tight spot
We've all been there. The fish are rising on the far bank, and you can reach them ... if only you had enough room behind you for a backcast. But you don't. What to do? In the video above, TU's Kirk Deeter demonstrates a simple technique borrowed from spey casters that simply helps you get…
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Voices from the River: Find the fish, win a fly reel
by Kirk Deeter I caught three fish in this water, within 10 minutes after I snapped the above photo. But, I’m not going to tell you where or how I did it. That’s a riddle for you to crack. And the person who best retraces my footsteps (or offers a better strategy!) is going to…
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Madison Gallatin TU VSP and Montana State U Veterans
Thank you to Dave Kumlien, Robert Allen, and all those associated with Madison Gallatin Trout Unlimited for your generous donation to the Student Veteran's Club @ MSU. We appreciate it and plan on paying it forward! Good things to come in the near future! We'll keep you all posted! If your Chapter is interested in…
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National Monuments: A Sportsmen’s Perspective
title="application/pdf" />national_monuments_report_final.pdf Original blog post: http://www.tu.org/press-releases/sportsmen-present-path-forward-for-national-monument-proposals
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Traditions: In search of fur and feathers
Taylor's Sneaky Coyote. By Mark Taylor I’m off in a bit on a quest for fly-tying materials. Usually this mission involves a short drive down to the local Orvis store or nearby Sportsman’s Warehouse. But this time of year, it means I’m headed to the woods, bow or gun in hand. I wouldn’t go so…
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Voices from the River: Old Blue
by Chris Hunt It was bright blue when I first crawled into it as a 12-year-old kid. Its paper-thin nylon hardly seemed sturdy enough to stop a breath of wind, let alone protect its occupants from whatever it was that wandered the woods at night. That wispy little barrier, though, provided real emotional security for…