If you’ve read my blog before, you may know I have a bit of a thing for the Greys River in western Wyoming. With the drought gripping the nation, including our neck of the woods, I was a bit worried about this year’s trip to the Greys. The water was down when we arrived July […]
What a hectic several weeks. By the time next Friday comes around, I’ll have logged over 7000 driving miles – yikes! Here’s a quick overview with some more specific trip reports later. A few days after our bull trout trip we spent a day on the Cub River catching Bonneville cutthroat. It was fun, but […]
Playing with Dolly Varden’s cousins in the heart of Idaho’s northern Snake River Plain deserts. Dan and I end my drought of bull trout in the middle of a summer drought.
Toeing the Utah Idaho border for Yellowstone cutthroat.
There often comes a point in life where one must say, “It’s time to fish or cut bait!” Not being a bait fisherman I long ago cut out the bait, but recently I redecided it’s time to fish.
The humiliating day of skunkage in King Kong sized proportions gives way to the Intermountain West’s finest “Chalkstream” containing some sizeable fish. This angler was there for an incredible day of biking, beauty and dry fly excitement during a prolific hatch.
The following is an introduction to this new book, based on a reading of the preface only. I have a quest. The quest involves answering several related questions. I won’t list them all, but the following two questions should give an idea as to the basic gist of them: Do fish suffer when they are […]
Those of you who like to read fly fishing literature, such as essays, fiction, poetry, etc. that has graced our avocation for centuries, may like to know about a group of like-minded folks who meet on a website called Goodreads. I’d love to invite everyone who loves fly fishing literature to get involved and add your voice to the group, which is called Fly Fish Literati.
Last weekend was the annual trip to the South Fork Boise River. The fishing was excellent, with enough 16″-20″ redband trout surface feeding and brought to hand to slake my winter fishing drought. Wish you were there.
I’m just dying to get on the river, but the weather and prospects for local fishing in the winter is pretty low. In anticipation of the new season, I bring you something a little different: me reading the post to you.
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The ezine version of Cutthroat Stalker is hitting the virtual stands today. Get your free copy and give me feedback (please).
Janicke Nordgreen is back with bells on! She’s the Norwegian doctoral student from the Norwegian School of Veterinary Science (NSVS) who brought us the morphine and goldfish study last year resulting in this title: “Fish May Actually Feel Pain And React To It Much Like Humans Do.” In October 2009 she defended her PhD-thesis, entitled “Nociception and pain in teleost fish.”
Granny tells of an adventure (he titled it “Super Bow”) with his faithful dog Bozo back in June of 1964 (most of us young punks weren’t even born yet–full disclosure: I was conceived one month before his story took place, so I can claim “young punk” status on this) and the black drake hatch. Get on over there, enjoy the piece, and drop him a comment.
Logan, in northern Utah, was not much different than most early Mormon settlements. White settlers first arrived in 1859 and located near the Logan River. They planted crops, diverted the North Branch of the Logan River for irrigation, and the settlement grew. Canals and ditches were expanded and added to meet the city’s growing needs. Mills sprouted along the canals. Still more people arrived and with them came changes: adobe walls replaced logs, clapboard replaced adobe and brick replaced clapboard. However, one constant through the changes were the canals. Mills along the canals came and went, but the canals remained.