Voices from the River: Alone

By Chris Hunt Sometimes, being by yourself is all the company you need. Stretched out in a camp chair in the night-time chill of the high desert, the crackle of a small fire and the enthusiastic yips from a family of coyotes break the wild silence. The full moon is about to appear over the…

Voices from the River: Keeping it in the family

By Travis Banta It is safe to say we are a fishing family. Grandpa Lee crossed the Madison River to his favorite fishing hole in an old 1940’s era Ford pickup. Grandma Margaret hated that bridge because it was essentially a couple of 2×12 boards and she didn’t like guiding the tires of that old Ford…