Photo courtesy of Tony Martino, The Missoulian How’s this for awesome? Members of the West Slope Chapter of Trout Unlimited got together over the weekend and tied more than 1,000 flies to used by veterans who have been recently introduced to fly fishing. This is just one example of how TU volunteers make fishing better
The North Platte River in Wyoming is often called legendary, the proverbial “Land of the Giants”. It’s cliché to say that any river is legendary, but this one really might be. The North Platte is one of only two major rivers in Wyoming that run south to north. Its freestone stretches start in Colorado and
A Dolly Varden in southeast Alaska, caught on a tenkara rod. By Randy Scholfield Boulder, Colorado, thinks differently. While at times mocked for its free-range ideas and hemp-fueled lifestyles, there’s no doubt the “People’s Republic” is booming as a hub for creative entrepreneurs and independent thinkers. Oh yeah—it doesn’t hurt that Boulder is surrounded by
by Chris Hunt My hands are cold. The wool mittens, even with the little flap that covers my fingers when I’m not using them to tie tippet to the leader or a fly to the tippet, just aren’t cutting it today. There’s absolutely no reason for me to be here, knee deep i n water
A rainbow paints the sky over the Green River on the Seedskadee National Wildlife Refuge in Sweetwater County, Wyoming. Photo by Tom Koerner/USFWS. By Tasha Sorensen EDITOR’S NOTE: Within 24 hours of this post Wyoming Senate President Eli Bebout told the Casper Star-Tribune he was killing the bill. This is a victory for sportsmen and
This year’s Fly Fishing Film Tour, of which Trout Unlimited is a longtime sponsor, features a unique film made possible in part by a TU grant to filmmaker Sophie Danison. Danison was awarded the grant as part of an effort to showcase the work women do in the field of filmmaking—her new film, ‘Old Friends,
Bob Saile, former outdoor editor of the Denver Post. Photo courtesy of The Denver Post. by Chris Hunt As a displaced Colorado kid growing up in the Big Thicket of East Texas in the 1980s, I found my adventure in words. I scrounged couch-cushion change and earned lawn-mowing cash, just to run down to the
