Find out if your stream is at risk By Randy Scholfield Take a look at this map—the red lines show so-called “intermittent and ephemeral ” streams, the small seasonal streams that typically don’t flow year round. All of this red is what’s at stake in the EPA’s current review of the Clean Water Rule. Our
CONTACT:Keri York/ Big Wood River Project Manager, Trout Unlimitedkyork@tu.org / 208-928-7656 Recent flooding has left its share of impacts on the Big Wood River valley but local experts are advising residents to use natural options such as root wads, and vegetation to stabilize stream banks and assist with flood recovery. While flooding can be a
Photo by Rachel Andona By Chris Hunt We steered the rig into a pull-off shaded by lodgepoles and pressed almost flat by frequent use. Nothing remained of the understory—every fallen log, limb or twig had been meticulously collected for firewood. Even the lodgepoles were nude from the ground up, only sporting branches starting a good
Public Land: Bridger-Teton National Forest Driving south from Yellowstone National Park in Western Wyoming, visitors drive through the awe-inspiring Bridger-Teton National Forest. The mighty snow-capped Tetons provide a scenic backdrop to the pine stands, open fields and meadows that make up the landscape. Defined by pristine watersheds and an abundance of wildlife, the Bridger-Teton National
Welcome to Idaho, center of Eclipse-o-Mania. Or Eclipse-o-Palooza. That last one might be trademarked, but I’ll risk it. Here on the sprawling Trout Media campus in Idaho Falls (OK … it’s the corner bedroom in the back of the house, but I do have a microwave and a poster of Lee Corso on the wall),
Editor’s note: The TU Costa Five Rivers Program Native Odyssey Team visited Yellowstone National Park recently, where they chased native fish in the waters where they belong. Public Land: Yellowstone National Park. Establ ished March 1, 1872, Yellowstone National Park covers an area of 3,471 square miles through Wyoming, Montan and Idaho. The park rests
By Chris Hunt The low grumble in Phoebe’s throat grew into a steady growl, and her floppy ears perked up. She stared across the Little Greys River Canyon in the fading twilight, clearly interested in something across the river. “Hush,” I said instinctively, nursing a gin and tonic and staring into the flames that were
