While most folks barely noticed, we stopped publishing on STS this summer. A few have asked what happened to us. We should have said something sooner.
Summer hit hard this year. Before I knew what happened we were BBQ’ing, wearing flip flops, and drinking cold beers in the yard while watching the sun set over the mountains. I look forward to summer because it means fall is getting closer. I don’t like hot weather. But June is my favorite month of the season. On, Read More
A bloated, dead cow bobbed by, accentuating that the river meant business. The river had begun its annual cleansing ritual.
“Water is emotional,” says Trout Unlimited staffer Hillary Walrath, so never forget that river work is people work.
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…
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.