The next time you’re on the river to escape the rest of your manic life, stop for a minute and consider how lucky you really are. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you’re healthy. You might have healthy kids, a good job … a car that runs. You might have challenges, but I’d be willing
I’m lucky to live where I live, in close proximity to the RIO Fishing Products home offices here in Idaho Falls. The staff at RIO is among the best in the business at the “science” of fly line manufacturing, and the vast majority of them are impressive anglers, too. And, once in a while, I
Public meetings aren’t usually the stuff of great entertainment. But this spring a seemingly mundane exchange between bureaucrats underscored an big problem in Montana — one TU and a whole pile of other Montanans are working to fix. Yes on 186 from Trout Unlimited on Vimeo. The Yes for Responsible Mining Initiative, I-186 would require
By Don Duff An effort to protect fragile aquatic wetland ecosystems and the wildlife that uses them has been under way in northeast Nevada for 15 years. The Southern Nevada Water Authority is proposing a 300-mile pipeline, 7-feet in diameter, to move pumped groundwater from the Snake Valley near Baker on the Nevada/Utah border and
More water in Colorado’s Yampa River, thanks in part to TU. Photo courtesy of The Steamboat Pilot. One of Trout Unlimited’s strengths across the board—from its volunteers on the ground in their home waters to its policy staff working the halls of government—is its ability collaborate to solve the challenges faced by trout and salmon
By Toner Mitchell The four-day gathering was a professional development course for secondary school teachers, its mission to explore the nexus of fly fishing, religion and philosophy, and how the re sulting ferment might motivate resource conservation in anglers (and students). We discussed several texts, some Thoreau, a PhD thesis arguing that fly fishing naturally
Bonneville cutthroat trout, caught in Mill Creek. By Bobby Boone I learned to fly fish when I turned ten years old. I caught nothing. I wasn’t even sure if I really liked it. However, three years later, my first time casting a fly in Utah would ensure that I would fall in love with the
