When I was younger and much more enamored by the idea of being a fishing guide, I received a Father’s Day gift of a guided trip down the Cardiac Canyon stretch of the Henry’s Fork. The trip was awesome—our guide, the legendary Rod Patch, put us on fish most of the day. And he worked
The rainbow trout fishery of Bristol Bay is simply legendary. With hundreds—maybe thousands—of miles of salmon streams that flow from the headwaters of the drainage to the sea, it’s easy to see why rainbow trout are so vibrant and plentiful, given the food base. Alaska Sportman’s Lodge, run by all-star TU volunteer Brian Kraft, is
By Eric Booton Where does the river take you? Well, the obvious answer is downstream. But on the river, I find myself in a better place. I started at a rocky headwaters with a head full of doubt and little sense of direction. The river swept me downstream to a more pleasant place that I
By Noel Gollehon Two scientific studies published this month captured some pretty dramatic details of how climate change is affecting our rivers, lakes and streams. A recent article in Nature Geoscience described the first known case of river piracy due to climate change. In this case, the climate change pirate stole the flow of a
April Vokey lands a monster taimen. Andrew Burr/Patagonia Can you imagine going on a fishing trip to Mongolia and not knowing what kind of fish you might catch? Photographer Andrew Burr did exactly that. The result was shared on Patagonia’s The Cleanest Line blog. Titled “Notes from a Non-Angler”, Burr recounts his journey to capture
I met Johnny Blumenthal and Paul Newman from Drift Fly Fishing when they were gracious enough to donate a trip to my humble little TU chapter here in Wyoming. But before we sent anyone out there with them, I did a little homework. I like to hear what others are saying about a product or
Eric Booton with a nice early season rainbow trout from the Kenai River watershed. By Austin Williams I had barely stripped the line off my reel to make my first cast when I could feel my phone vibrating from the front pocket of my waders. Rats. Normally, I’d have let the call go, or not
