The author fishing during Virginia’s vibrant Fall. by Jeffrey Constantz My mom taught me the old adage: Don’t discuss money, religion, or politics in polite company. Now, as a full-grown, all-knowing, 21-year-old millennial, I have a different, more nuanced opinion. To quote The Who’s 1965 hit, “My Generation,” “I’m not trying to cause a
TU is part of the newly launched Our Pocono Waters campaign in Pennsylvania. Photo courtesy of PA Environmental Digest. The term “partnerships” might sound kind of boring when thinking about restoring cold-water fisheries, but, truth be told, without them, precious little would get done. And there’s nobody better at fostering partnerships—and accomplishing good restoration work—than
The tale of two Chrises: Chris Wood, above, president and CEO of Trout Unlimited; and Chris Santella, decorated outdoor writer. Both are alums of Vermont’s Middlebury College. By Kirk Deeter There’s always a backstory. Someday, I’m going to write a book, called “Backstory” or “Deep Into the Backing,” or something like that, where I spill
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
The author with his fly-fishing instructor, Maddie. By Jeffrey Constantz The week before I started my internship with Trout Unlimited, I had the opportunity to learn fly fishing for the very first time. I had the honor of receiving guidance from a true master. Her name’s Maddie. She’s my girlfriend. I came of age bass
A fine wild trout from Glade Run, southwest Pennsylvania By David Kinney Paradise Creek, Tank Creek, and Devils Hole Creek are small freestone streams running through an area of the Poconos in northeast Pennsylvania that is 90 percent forest and water. All these waters harbor healthy populations of wild trout, and the Brodhead Chapter of
By Chris Wood Take an undersized culvert and add eight inches of rain in a few hours and you have the makings of a major problem for the creek and the adjacent road into “the holler”—the name of our place in West Virginia. A neighbor called me. “Chris, your road. It’s just gone.” The irony
