Fly fishing trophy hunters are all about traveling to far-flung places to chase big fish. Heck, we just highlighted a pair of videos that focus on chasing giant browns and rainbows in New Zealand, where both species of trout are interlopers in Kiwi waters. And then there’s Patagonia, where big trout swim in rivers where
Earlier this week, Utah’s Division of Wildlife Resources, along with volunteers from Trout Unlimited, delivered rainbow trout eggs to 33 Utah schools taking part in the Trout in the Classroom program. The eggs are placed in specially designed tanks where students can watch them transform into baby fish. Brett Prettyman, intermountain communications director for Trout
Most of trout country is in the grips of winter, but that doesn’t mean trout fishing has to stop. Fly fishing for winter trout can be just as productive as spring, summer or fall fishing if anglers take care to adjust to the changes in trout behavior, habitat and, of course, cold temperatures that might
Editors note: Every Friday, our science junkies over at Trout Unlimited’s Wild Steelhead Initiative give us an inside look at what’s happening in the world of steelhead science. During the Holidays, we’re running the best of those Science Friday piec es on the TU blog. If you’ve ever spent any time thinking about the sheer
By Tom Reed It doesn’t take long after the bar is open before the first drink order comes in. Hey Tom, can you make me a Smith River Special? You bet buddy. A Smith River Special is cranberry juice with a splash of club soda and a slice of lime and Gordon, 7, loves them.
Crooked River, Oregon. Photo: Brian O’Keefe FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Contact: Chrysten Lambert, clambert@tu.org, (541) 973-4431 December 18, 2017 Trout Unlimited: OWRD grants for Crooked, Sprague River projects vital and multi-benefit $4.2 million awarded to high priority fish passage, streamflow restoration projects in key salmon, steelhead and native trout waters KLAMATH FALLS, OreTrout Unlimited hailed recent
By Dave Ammons For about two weeks in late June, the garden off the cabin deck explodes in the brilliant red-orange shades of the Papaver rhoeas, common poppies whose seeds were first sown in that spot by my grandfather years ago. I imagine him scratching the soil, strewing a few handfuls of seed indiscriminately, perhaps
