by Tara Granke | October 20, 2017 | Uncategorized
Gavin, three-time Youth Leadership Council representative from Ohio, is pictured above, center, with the GlenOak TIC trout crew, a project that he initiated after attending a Trout Unlimited Fly Fishing and Conservation Camp. by Gavin Nupp Throughout high school, I tried my hand with many activities. I spent countless nights nearly sleepless studying for Science
by Chris Hunt There’s a great little run on the South Fork of the Snake that’s only wadable when water managers lower the river in the fall, after harvest is all but done and the demand for downstream water subsides a bit. During high summer, with the river literally the potential energy for Snake River
By Chris Hunt I first fished the upper Gibbon River some 20 years ago. In its quiet, high reaches above Virginia Cascades, it is perhaps the prettiest stretch of meadow stream in all of Yellowstone. It snakes, cold and deep, through a picturesque mountain valley below a couple of high-country lakes that source it. Its
By Eric Booton The image of each fish gently swimming from hand is rapidly blurring into an abstract collage of electric sail fins and speckled red bands graced by the hues of the rainbow. All tallies have been abandoned. I have lost track of the number of fish I have caught, a sure sign of
Chicken of the woods mushrooms. Photo by the author. By Chris Hunt A little over a year ago, I stood up to my thighs amid a thick run of pink salmon in a remote, rainforest stream on Alaska’s Prince of Wales Island, trying like hell to tempt one of the few early cohos that were
By Tara Granke On July 15, 1959, Trout Unlimited was founded in Grayling, Mich. Nearly 60 years later, 30 of TU’s rising leaders traveled there from all over the country to attend a five-day leadership event called the TU Teen Summit. You could say we were returning to our roots. Just as they have for
Photo by Rachel Andona By Chris Hunt A year ago, I was well into the British Columbian interior, motoring north toward my eventual destination at Deadhorse on the Arctic Ocean, a new camper in tow, many miles to go and about six weeks to get there and back. It was a marathon pocked by dozens