Photo by Rachel Andona By Chris Hunt A year ago, I was well into the British Columbian interior, motoring north toward my eventual destination at Deadhorse on the Arctic Ocean, a new camper in tow, many miles to go and about six weeks to get there and back. It was a marathon pocked by dozens
I love fly patterns that incorporate a bit of inventiveness, or include some new tricks that I never considered at the vise. Polly Rosbourough’s Casual Dress is one of those patterns. Not only is a fairly simple endeavor to tie a few of these small streamers up, but the tying itself incorporates some nifty procedures
Editor’s note: TU’s Native Odyssey team is in Colorado, where the group of young anglers toured a molybdenum mine. Mining takes a toll on native trout throughout the West—some 40 percent of all headwater streams are impacted in one fashion or another by abandoned mine runoff. Molybdenum is the chemical element with the atomic number
The Jefferson River is one of several southwest Montana rivers closed to fishing from 2 p.m. to midnight until conditions approve. If you’re planning to fish one of several southwest Montana rivers this week, you n eed to get up early and be done by 2 p.m. According to the Montana Fish, Wildlife and Parks,
We hopped out of the canoe at the head of a big rapid. Truthfully, we could probably have made it through, but our Ojibwe guides Keith and Joe didn’t want to take any chances, and possibly put a damper on an otherwise perfect day on the water. We were floating and fishing a little no-name
By Colin Cooney As Trout Unlimited continues the campaign opposing the proposed copper mine that threatens Montana’s famed Smith River, companies from around the country are stepping up to help. Recently, RepYourWater, a Colorado based business dedicated to providing uniquely designed, top quality gear for anglers and hunters, and Upslope Brewing, a brewery out of
By Brett Prettyman We were still stringing lines and slipping on wading boots when my preteen nephew came running into the parking area at Three Dollar Bridge on the Madison River. “Look how big this bug is,” he squealed while holding an enormous, and still squiggling, insect out for us to behold. It didn’t take
