For a closet introvert who can fake the opposite on command, time alone is like being plugged into a battery charger.
If only I had a USB port at the back of my neck. Then I wouldn't need to disappear for hours at a time to replenish what the real world drains (on second thought, when that port is... [ READ MORE... ]
by Tom Reed
New country and old friends. A foundation, a beginning. An idea. Each year wed each pick a stream on our borders, a thin blue line of water splashing from high mountain hold in country without roads, and few trails. If it were easy, we thought, anybody could do it and the fishing... [ READ MORE... ]
Editor's note: This is part of an ongoing series by members of TU's Sportsmen's Conservation Project. For more, visit www.oursportingheritage.org, a site dedicated to protecting our backcountry resources.
There was a summer I spent as a wild child in the mountains of Iowa.
There are no mountains... [ READ MORE... ]
The wind came up quite early this morning.
It rustled through the trees outside my window, gently thumping the blinds as it continued through the streets.
It was a subtle sign, but a sign nonetheless.
We’ve been seeing small hints here lately – small twinges of gold in the... [ READ MORE... ]
Headed home from the Madison I stopped by the Railroad Ranch section of the Henrys Fork and to my suprise this guy was hanging out right where i was casting to risers. though I gave up on the picky rainbows to photograph this guy.
larger photos of him in my gallery folder