By Chris Hunt The thermometer on my dash read a cold 33 degrees. The calendar claimed it was June 13. Sadly, both were accurate. Welcome to Yellowstone. As I topped Craig Pass heading north, snowbanks still lined the Grand Loop Road, and more was falling. My wiper blades could keep the the white stuff off…
Coalition members celebrate the removal of Veazie Dam on the Penobscot in 2013. A year ago, ocean-going fish in Maine’s Penobscot River regained access to some 2,000 miles of spawning and rearing habitat thanks to the final step in a restoration project designed to bring the Penobscot drainage back to it’s former glory. With the…
Editor’s Note: Five students from the TU Costa 5 Rivers Outreach Program have embarked on a once-in-a-lifetime journey in pursuit of 16 native trout species, all on public lands. With support from the U.S. Forest Service, Costa Sunglasses, Simms Fishing Products, Fishpond and Post Fly Box, these students will tell the stories of our native…
By David Kinney Answering calls for action to protect the Delaware River and its prized wild trout fishery from extreme low flows this summer, New York City agreed today to voluntarily boost releases from its water supply reservoirs. This is a welcome step back from the brink. Officials from the city and the Delaware River…
Editor’s note: The TU Costa Five Rivers Program is sending five college students on a native trout odyssey across America this summer. Meet Austin Burroughs, one of the five lucky participants. Hey everyone! I am Austin Burroughs and I am currently a senior at the Florida State University, finishing up my bachelors in science in…
I always look forward to this time of year, when the ice is newly broken off our nearby lakes, the black flies and mosquitos aren’t too ferocious, and the resident fish are extremely hungry. Unfortunately, lake fishing in Alaska often plays second fiddle, and is too often taken for granted, when compared to our state’s…
A front-line warning sign on Peleliu during World War II. By Chris Hunt My grandfather was an old man the last time we fished together on Robinson Creek, not far from where it leaves the boundary of Yellowstone National Park and flows into Idaho at the depths of a thigh-busting canyon. We’d walked in from…