We’re close to backcountry trout season here in the West, but we might have to wait a bit longer this summer, given the copious runoff we’re seeing in the region. Nevertheless, wandering off the beaten path—parking at the end of the road and then wearing out some shoe leather—is my favorite kind of trout fishing
Coalition members celebrate the removal of Veazie Dam on the Penobscot in 2013. A year ago, ocean-going fish in Maine’s Penobscot River regained access to some 2,000 miles of spawning and rearing habitat thanks to the final step in a restoration project designed to bring the Penobscot drainage back to it’s former glory. With the
By Eliza Perrault What do agriculture, fisheries, forestry, soil conservation, wildlife and foraging have in common? Conservation, that’s what. Every spring, professionals from all areas of conservation gather for Coos County Conservation Day in Columbia, N .H., to share their passions with local fifth-grade school groups. Students spend half an hour at each station experiencing
Some great news out of New Mexico—the egg count at the Mora National Fish Hatchery hit 130,000, which offers hope for the fire- and drought-ravaged native range for threatened Gila trout. Gilas are native only to the Gila River drainage in New Mexico and Arizona, and recovery efforts were hampered in recent years by devastating
Steve Zakur of Connecticut fishes the edge of a stream bank on a small stream in Montana. My buddy Mike Sepelak is a thoughtful angler. He’s got a steady cast, a smart approach to fishing, and, perhaps most importantly, he’s great to travel with. Over the years, he and I have fished in four countries
Students from the Salisbury Central School (4th-8th grade) and Sharon Center School (1st – 8th grade) recently participated in a tree-planting event on Salmon Creek at Lime Rock Park in Northwest Connecticut. The event is part of an ongoing restoration initiative on the creek, a tributary to the Housatonic River. The work is helping to
By Chris Hunt There’s a fine line between fishing from a drift boat and fishing from a source of chaos. The first time I rowed a drift boat, I damn near put it into the bridge abutment just above Ashton Dam on the Henry’s Fork while my two passengers—one of whom owned the boat—watched helplessly
