Click here to inspire and support the next generation. Are you up for the GRTU Tomorrow Fund Challenge? The 066 – Guadalupe River chapter (GRTU) has a hunch. They’re thinking that chapters and councils across the country care about engaging the next generation of river stewards as much as they do in Texas. So when
By Don Haynes When people think of the Gunpowder River in Maryland they invariably think of the 14-mile tailwater section flowing from Prettyboy Reservoir to Loch Raven Reservoir in Baltimore County. But above Prettyboy, from Hoffmanville to Southern York County in Pennsylvania, there are some 60 miles of the Gunpowder mainstem and tributaries that comprise
Bill Templin and wild trout, SF Kings River. By Sam Davidson Almost twenty years ago, a man who had carried on a long term love affair with what must be one of the most underappreciated trout streams in the Sierra Nevada decided he was in a generous mood, and would form a group to share
Photo by Helen H. Richardson, The Denver Post Colorado’s state fish, the imperiled greenback cutthroat trout, got a boost this week when nearly 1,000 year-old fish were released into a small stream high along the Continental Divide above the famed Eisenhower Tunnel that cuts through the mountains that divide the state in two. The fish,
Sometimes, picky fish will take something big and ugly. Something … different. Editor’s note: The following is exerpted from TU’s new book, “Trout Tips,” available now for overnight delivery. You probably know this, becuase it’s hardly a secret, but don’t get hung up on popular or traditional patterns. Sometimes, even on super-tough, technical water, fish
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
