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Trump, Pruitt surprise exactly no one by doing what they said they would

Adminstration continues its efforts to eliminate protections on our streams, creeks, ponds and wetlands
EPA administrator Scott Pruit (photo: Gage Skidmore).
As part of Trump’s clearly stated, ongoing mission to rollback regulations that stand in the way of increased fossil fuel and other industrial development, the administration yesterday revealed more about its plans to eliminate rules that protect our nation’s streams, creeks, rivers, ponds and wetlands from pollution.

America's best fly fishing restaurants: #1

Laughing Horse Lodge, Swan Lake, Montana
Photo: Todd Tanner
If you happen to live in New York City, San Francisco, New Orleans or Los Angeles, you may well think of Montana as a culinary cul-de-sac, with great angling and awesome scenery but very little in the way of epicurean delights. And if you’ve ever found yourself settling for a dozen highly suspect chicken wings or a frozen pizza after a great day of fishing on a beautiful Big Sky stream, I understand why you might consider Montana a black hole when it comes to restaurants. But that’s only because you have not yet visited one of the West’s most iconic eateries, Laughing Horse Lodge.

What I learned from beach snook

Lessons taught by one of saltwater's premier gamefish
Photo: Mike Hodge
As June bleeds into July, it’s hot in Florida. The heat rises from the earth, hour by hour, as if you stepped into a sauna. Relief comes early or late, before the first cup of coffee or an after hour after the last glass of iced tea, as the sun eases below the dunes.

I measure the seasons by my fly-fishing calendar. Each season brings a new species. It’s now too hot for redfish and seatrout. Pretty soon, the tarpon and snook will arrive.

Loaded for gar and other toothy fish

A look at Scientific Angler's extensive lineup of bombproof wire leaders and materials
Photo: Johnny Carrol Sain
Gar hold a special place in my angler’s heart. The connection stretches back to humid summer nights of catfishing with my dad on Arkansas River sandbars.

Cats were our target, but gar were frequent nibblers of our hooks stacked with minnows or slices of shad. Dad could always tell if it was a cat or a gar that had come-a-calling by watching the rod tip. Cats often stuck with ferocity—sharp bows in the rod that sometimes dislodged it from a forked driftwood prop and even sometimes drug the whole outfit into the churning river. 


In the rower's seat

Tips on captaining a drift boat
Photo: Kris Millgate
"You look like you got ran over by a truck," my son says.

"Mom's a rookie."

My husband is right. When it comes to rowing, I'm a rookie. The black grease smeared across the front of my orange fleece is evidence of that. I tried hooking our drift boat to my truck on my own. I'm not proud of my performance in the driveway. The dirty shirt is my now my scarlet letter and I have to wear it while I learn to row.

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