Dressing in muted colors, or even plaid or stripes, can help you blend into the background, making you harder for the fish to see. Editor’s note: The following is exerpted from TU’s latest book, “Trout Tips,” a compilation of fishing tips from members and TU staffers from all over America. You can order your copy
The fishing rig on the banks of Alaska’s Chena River. By Chris Hunt It was the first brand-new vehicle I ever bought. I showed up at the dealership, pointed to the model in the catalog and simply said, “Order it.” Since that time, it’s been from the Gulf of Mexico to the Arctic Ocean. It’s
Dave Sweet of the East Yellowstone Trout Unlimited chapter works to install a new rotating drum screen on an irrigation canal coming off of Trout Creek, a tributary to the North of the Shoshone River. The bypass tube back to creek can be seen on the left side of the canal near Sweet’s foot. Thomas
by Chris Hunt | April 19, 2017 | Uncategorized
The Orvis store in Denver’s Cherry Creek area is offering anglers the chance to get to know Colorado, and learn about its fly fishing during its upcoming angler education weekend this Saturday and Sunday. Spring is a great time to bone up on your fishing skills—anglers from all over the West are invited to come
Note: this is part of a series of blogs detailing the Antiquities Act and national monuments that matter to hunters and anglers. Come back and visit in the coming days to learn more about your public lands and how national monuments conserve our hunting and fishing heritage. By Greg McReynolds The Red River crashes into
by Chris Hunt | April 14, 2017 | Conservation
Photo by The Missoulian Even though the northwest part of Montana got a lot of snow this year it’s melting off early, which may still pose a threat to summer flows and fishing. Guides in Montana are communicating to ensure the fishing community understands that, just because the area has had a good winter doesn’t
By Chris Hunt Every move I made seemed amplified in the little jon boat—every time I set my fishing sling down on the aluminum deck or shifted my flip-flopped feet or repositioned a fly rod, it sounded as if I was ringing an off-key church bell. The little boat was new to me, as was