There are a lot of great things about working for Trout Unlimited. There are even more great things about working with TU Business members. But the best part is the people you get to know. The people who support conservation, the ones who go the extra mile in everything they do—they’re the ones who make…
The TU Teens of Gallipolis is a middle school fishing and conservation club led by Shannon Mayes, a volunteer leader from the Mad Men Chapter of Trout Unlimited. They take seasonal camping and fishing trips and are an active part of their community in Ohio. This blog highlights some of their activities from spring 2017.…
Secretary of the Interior Ryan Zinke address attendees at the Sportsmen Access Ramp-Up Summit in Washington, D.C. Courtesy @SecretaryZinke on Twitter By Keith Curley Trout Unlimited recently accepted an invitation from the Department of Interior and attended the Sportsmen Access Ramp-Up Summit in Washington, D.C. While the title of the meeting emphasized access, Greg Sheehan—the…
It hadn’t done much but rain in the Rockies straddling the border of Montana and British Columbia last July, and the weather had put traditional fly hatches off a bit. Instead of pale-morning duns and stoneflies bursting from the snow-chilled waters of the Elk River near the town of Fernie, huge green drakes were popping…
By Eric Booton I’m not a mechanic. In fact I’m pretty much the exact opposite. So when the check engine light on our beloved camper van named Ivy popped on and the performance of the engine took a turn for the worse, I wasn’t thrilled. As the vehicle that gets me to the river, launches…
A screen capture shows the kind of trophy brook trout caught by Mike Borger in a secret lake in Algonquin Provincial Park, a wild landscape bigger than the state of Delaware. I may be on the wrong side of this particular issue, but I loathe the notion of guarding fishing secrets so closely that it…
Photo by Rachel Andona By Chris Hunt We steered the rig into a pull-off shaded by lodgepoles and pressed almost flat by frequent use. Nothing remained of the understory—every fallen log, limb or twig had been meticulously collected for firewood. Even the lodgepoles were nude from the ground up, only sporting branches starting a good…
