By Eric Booton I hear the dark call of a common loo n behind me as I cast and can’t help but recall the family trips in Wisconsin and Minnesota where the song of a loon was as important to my grandma Betty as catching a fish is to me. Just one loon or one
One of our first rainbows in Alaska. I now find it hilarious we took a picture of this teeny little buddy. By Jenny Weis “I forgot people even target fish that small,” a veteran Alaskan guide quipped while paging through an intro level fly fishing instruction book with a photo of a colorful but small,
by Chris Hunt | March 21, 2018 | Uncategorized
I’ve got a couple of trips planned this summer to Canada to go after northern pike, an underappreciated fly-rod fish and one that’s found in some of the wildest places on the continent. While it certainly enjoys popularity with anglers in the Upper Midwest, the pike isn’t sought after by spin- and baitcast anglers like
Photo by Chris Hunt by Dave Ammons There exist a number of memorable fish in my experience. The little brook trout caught in a narrow, tumbling stream whose encounter caused us both to blush. A cutthroat from the depths of a mountain tarn so clear it reflected a Colorado sky all the way through to
by Jenny Weis | March 13, 2018 | Uncategorized
Trout Unlimited’s Bristol Bay Ambassadors program highlights the people who help in the fight to save Bristol Bay from Pebble Mine. As we said at the launch, “For every person we highlight, we know there are hundreds more, doing their part because they care about Bristol Bay.” If you know someone who should be featured,
By Chris Hunt The late August rain provided the symphony, a tinny drum beat on the camper’s roof and walls, while I sat at my “kitchen” table tying up a gawdy pink streamer. Parked beneath the bows of towering yellow cedar and Sitka spruce in a lonely Forest Servi ce campground on Prince of Wales
by Chris Hunt | February 21, 2018 | Video spotlight
One of the best experiences a fly angler can have is a stay at a remote fishing lodge, be it somewhere in the Rockies or the Adirondaks, or even as far-flung as Alaska or the Canadian north woods. I’ve had the pleasure of staying at lodges in the far north while chasing pike, walleye, lake