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cutthroat

  • Video spotlight

    Watch: “Reviving the Bear”

    Once thought genetically extinct, this native trout is on the path to recovery They call the Bear a “working river.” Covering more than 500 miles and tracing a broad horseshoe on its journey to the Great Salt Lake, the river connects rural ranching communities in Utah, Wyoming and Idaho. Its heavily controlled flows are interrupted…

  • From the President

    A ‘grand bargain’ on mining

    Meeting America’s clean energy needs & reforming outdated mining laws American Fork Creek, located about halfway between Salt Lake City and Provo, Utah, harbors populations of a rare native trout called the Bonneville cutthroat. Twenty years ago, I stood on its banks looking out over the dirt bike paths and all-terrain vehicle trails crisscrossing mining…

  • Fishing Women Youth

    Joy and Wonder

    I caught my first fish with a fine, mesh net in the creek behind my childhood home. The silver minnow measured no more than a couple inches, but your uncle and I placed it and a couple others in a bucket and carried them into our house like treasures pulled from the deep. We kept…

  • Trout Talk Climate Change

    Unfishing Season

    Abstaining from fishing doesn’t just happen. There must be a reason. As New Mexico swims through its third fat month of monsoon season, I’ve barely noticed how much water is in our streams. Winter was scary dry, then our shirt-sleeve spring collided with New Mexico’s largest-ever wildfire. Every morning from April to July, I stepped…

  • Community From the President

    The magic of water

    An angler no longer asks himself, ‘Why do we fish?’

    An angler no longer asks himself, ‘Why do we fish?’ My grandfather was a fishing fool. He lived down the Jersey Shore and would fish for bluefish or whatever else was running whenever he could. The fishing gene didn’t really pass to Dad. He was too busy playing hoops to ever really get into angling. …

  • Voices from the river Fishing

    The quest for Mr. Big

    Mr. Big Lived in a deep, cool pool in a tiny, unnamed tributary to the South Umpqua River in Douglas County, Ore.  I spotted him for the first time on a chillly early summer morning in the late 1970s, when I was probably 12 or 13.   Mr. Big became my obsession.   I’ve been thinking about…