by Kirk Deeter I love catching big fish. How can you not? After all, size is the benchmark that is ingrained to matter most to many anglers. My mother doesn’t fish much, but when I call her to say I spent the day fishing, she always asks: “Did you catch any?” Question two… “How big?”…
Dressing in muted colors, or even plaid or stripes, can help you blend into the background, making you harder for the fish to see. Editor’s note: The following is exerpted from TU’s latest book, “Trout Tips,” a compilation of fishing tips from members and TU staffers from all over America. You can order your copy…
Dave Sweet of the East Yellowstone Trout Unlimited chapter works to install a new rotating drum screen on an irrigation canal coming off of Trout Creek, a tributary to the North of the Shoshone River. The bypass tube back to creek can be seen on the left side of the canal near Sweet’s foot. Thomas…
by Chris Hunt | April 18, 2017 | Uncategorized
Some unsettling news this week from NPR—the fish first identified by European newcomers to the northern Rockies is in peril. West slope cutthroat trout (and, let’s be honest, cutthroat trout throughout the American West) are in trouble. NPR reports that earlier springs, dryer weather and invasive species, like non-native rainbow trout, are pushing the fish…
Steve MacMillian spends countless hours traveling to fish for native cutthroat trout in Nevada. Outside Online picture. Is Steve MacMillan the ultimate citizen scientist? We think he is a leading candidate at the very least, but we might be a little biased. Watch this video of Steve exploring the remote corners of Nevada to find…
Bringing brookies back to the Southern Appalachians With all the divisiveness in the air these days, it’s refreshing to see people working together to protect fish that have lived in the same streams for almost 2 million years. The brook trout, which first a rrived in the southern Appalachians about 1.8 million years ago, has…
Several years ago, I was on an early-season prospecting trip into the headwaters of the Rio Grande in south-central Colorado, on the prowl for migrating cutthroats. I found a great little meadow-stretch of water and carefully crept to the edge of the river—really just a small stream at this elevation. Peering carefully over the edge…