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Trout as bait?
I dusted off the old baitcaster, and rigged up some crankbaits, swimbaits, poppers and such, and am waiting patiently for ice-out. Where I live, pike love to eat trout, pretty much to a fault
When you can count 55 anglers on the Eagle River (Colorado) as you drive a stretch of I-70 less than 10 miles long… on a weekday… in mid-March… and you consider what the situation might look like midsummer… it’s probably a good idea to be thinking about a “plan B.” In my case, plan B has…
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Karmik Outdoors stands with TU on the Lower Snake
Some things just disappear. The rod tube cradling my beloved Winston 5-weight somehow took wing and soared out of my backpack and landed on a county road. Knives have evaporated from my pockets and have never reappeared. Sunglasses vanish like Jimmy Hoffa, never to be seen again. All this is mostly just an annoyance if…
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Using the human anchor to catch more fish
Using the human anchor to catch more fish.
Anchors seem to be a common talking point when angling boaters get together. How big? How small? What type? How heavy? The debates can go on forever. There's one type, though, that some of you may have not tried though. The human anchor. Seriously. Many years ago I had the privilege of being invited to…
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Black Dog Outdoor Sports is a new TU Business member
Welcome to America’s newest independently owned fly shop! Trout Unlimited Business member Black Dog Outdoor Sports in Glenville, N.Y., held its official Grand Opening from March 24-27. Owned by Steve Borst and his son Colin — and ably backed by Steve’s son-in-law Scott Meyer — a much desired niche is now again filled in an area…
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The perfect camping cocktail?
Editor's note: This post was inspired by Shauna Stephenson's slightly more sophisticated recipe for a camping cocktail. Check it out. Chris Hunt: This is a tough one, because the weather and the location often depict the beverage, right? I mean, let’s say I’ve been on the river all day, and it’s July. It’s hot. I’ve worked…
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The cult of the invasive fish
Growing up in the Denver suburbs, one of my favorite childhood haunts was a public park a short bike ride from home. It sported the sketchy jungle gym with the sharp, rusty edges, the little spring loaded ridable critters that, with enough momentum, could send a small child into orbit, and a small lake that…
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Learning to row
There’s no better time to start. Growing up as a Midwestern kid from the suburbs, I didn’t know much about the outdoors. Being from Ohio, we didn’t camp a lot. Rivers were a bit foreign to our family of six. Don’t get me wrong, we fished, swam and rode bikes until the streetlights came on…
