By Eric Booton Fall never fails to be one of my favorite times of the year. The change in colors livens up the scenery before the cold and darkness take hold. I find great satisfaction in tromping through the fallen leaves dusting the trail. The salmon fill the rivers with a feast of eggs and
Photo courtesy Hatch Magazine. It’s full-on fall in the Rockies. Snow has fallen in the high country and the aspen leaves are bright and gold. It’s officially “streamer time,” and Pat Straub, owner of Gallatin River Guides in Big Sky, Mont., is sharing his list of favorite fall streamers for trout on the prowl this
By: Jenny Weis Eating delicious, wild, Bristol Bay salmon in your home just got easier thanks to TU Gold-level business member, Pride of Bristol Bay. (Click to order!*) Let me tell you why I’m so excited about this. Fishing Bristol Bay is amazing in its own right. The trout are enormous, the landscape is remote
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By Eric Booton The image of each fish gently swimming from hand is rapidly blurring into an abstract collage of electric sail fins and speckled red bands graced by the hues of the rainbow. All tallies have been abandoned. I have lost track of the number of fish I have caught, a sure sign of
By Rick Nyles I’m fortunate to live in Pennsylvania, second only to Alaska in miles of running water. For a trout angler and guide such as myself, my home state provides me a chance to fish my favorite waters and search for new destinations. Yet while thousands of Pennsylvania’s streams support healthy populations of wild
By Nelli Williams I frantically dug through a pile of clean laundry that had been sitting on the recliner all week (OK, maybe more). I was searching for two kid-sized wool socks—we had at least a dozen, so why I couldn’t find two was beyond me. Victorious, I found one in the pile and the
