• The Steelhead With A Thousand Faces

    Maybe if I take five more steps, throw one more mend, skate one more fly, a hero will appear, armored in chrome, and dance to the music of my singing reel.

  • The Birth of A Fishing Town

    Calf deep now in the cold river, Trent’s completed his prelude of silky false casts and is ready to start the show in earnest.

  • In The End, Style Might Be All We Have

    Over the course of 6 trips, in and out, and nearly 40 miles, I question whether or not it’s worth it.

  • Banded

    Folding neatly the greenhead splashed soundly onto the water. The old lady made quick work of the retrieve.

“Water is emotional,” says Trout Unlimited staffer Hillary Walrath, so never forget that river work is people work.

Watch the video and wait for the “Pop”.

Ever wonder what it’s like to crawl into a lion den… face first? This week something a little different, an installment from Matt’s weekly WyoFile series, “Wyoming Know How.”

I’m a mediocre to slightly above average angler who’s typically more interested in the places I’m in and the people I share them with than the fish count.

No one accused the conquerors, converters and company men who carved up and labeled North America of being poets. But there are exceptions…

We didn’t talk about it much. I told her I was going elk hunting. She stared at me, madder because she already knew.

Were I a cartoon, the challenge would be represented by a devil on each shoulder, each whispering in my ear — damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

In the house he can be a nightmare. His energy overflows in unproductive ways that drive our entire family crazy. But hit the road with plans to hunt, and all that energy finds a custom fit outlet. It’s as though he becomes a different person.

Finding birds is gratifying under any circumstance out here, but doing so in a place that’s new to you, based on a hunch, some map study, and a hefty dose of legwork is triply so.

Eighteen hours after leaving the house, and 20 miles after leaving the truck, we reached our rig. With the elk in the back and the heater cranked in the cab, we headed for home.