By Chris Wood The Little Cacapon is a small river in West Virginia with a few awesome swimming holes. The river is part of the headwaters of the Potomac River which flows through the nation’s capitol. My family and I gather frogs, look for crawfish, rough-house, catch bluegill and rockbass, and generally enjoy each other’s
By Chris Wood Last week, I published an opinion piece printed in the New York Times asking President Trump to stand up for clean water, and veto Congress’ bill to overturn restrictions on mountaintop removal mining. Unfortunately, that plea failed, as the President signed the misguided law today. Trout Unlimited, our members, and all hunters
Here’s one for the romantics in fly fishing—a teaser video to larger project to come about chasing native brook trout. I grew up in Colorado, fishing for introduced brookies in small headwater streams in the Rocky Mountain high country. As a kid, I had no idea that the fish I caught didn’t belong in the
Fly fishing is a great way to find peace. Being on the water, being focused on something so simple yet so complex…as fly anglers we understand this connection. Yet it took me years to understand why my father, a WWII veteran of the South Pacific, so valued fishing in his life. It wasn’t about catching
Replacing an undersized culvert with this bridge not only reduced flooding risks on a small tributary to the Capacon River in West Virginia, it reconnected 4.5 miles of native brook trout habitat. (Photo: Abby McQueen, TU stream restoration specialist) By Brooke Andrew The Trout Unlimited field staff in West Virginia are firm believers in our
A New York investment firm has declared Northern Dynasty, the company that wants to dig Pebble Mine in Alaska, worthless. Pat Ford photo. It’s a good day to be a salmon or a trout in the Bristol Bay region of Alaska. Today, Kerrisdale Capital, a New York City investment firm, declared Northern Dynasty worthless. Northern
Sam Dean photo By Mark Taylor With forecasters calling for unseasonably warm temperatures and our work calendars surprisingly open on a recent Tuesday, my buddy Sam Dean and I decided to take a day off to go fishing. “We could hit the Smith,” I said, mentioning a tailwater about an hour south of our homes
