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Yellowstone National Park's efforts to restore native grayling continue

Native grayling have been functionally extinct in the park since the 1930s
Restoration efforts deep into Yellowstone's backcountry at the headwaters of Grayling Creek (photo: USFWS Mountain Prairie / cc2.0).

Efforts to restore native Arctic grayling to the Missouri River headwaters within Yellowstone National Park are moving forward, but progress is slow and being accomplished in increments, according to Dr. Todd Koel, the lead fisheries biologist at Yellowstone National Park.

“The park has attempted to restore grayling for years,” Koel said during a recent interview. “The first attempts date all the way back to the 1970s.”

Over the dunes

Sheepshead on the flats of South Padre Island
Dunes on Texas' South Padre Island (photo: Stuart Seeger / cc2.0)

One fruitless day spent walking up and over mountains of sand on South Padres Island wasn't enough, apparently. Or at least that was the prevailing mood. Honestly, though, I think we were just stubborn. I think we believed, deep down, that if we didn't give it every ounce of effort, we were short-changing ourselves and, by extension, the adventure we'd embarked upon a few days earlier.

Pasture-raised trout

Bulletproof fishing on Patagonia's river of dreams
Photo: Chad Shmukler

As it creeps up on 1am, we reluctantly drain beers and each say our goodbyes. Not just handshakes, but embraces, a common occurence on fishing trips where kinships among strangers form faster than they do in the regular world. But there’s a current of guilt running through the small group of us that are headed out early in the morning for a daylong pilgrimage to the Blanco River.

The right tool

The job must be a real one, not an excuse to use the tool
Photo: Tom Hazleton

The tool need not be new, nor heirloom, nor name-brand. It need only be right for the job.

And the job must be a real one. Not an excuse to use the tool.

Legs burning, steam pumping, heart working at a healthy-feeling pace beneath layers of merino wool and fleece. Layers that are constantly revised to avoid sweat or chill. Zippers open or closed, orange hat ear flaps turned up or pulled down.

Months after Dorian, Grand Bahama and Abaco are back in business

Both islands ravaged by Hurricane Dorian are welcoming tourists back to fish healthy, uncrowded waters
Photo: Tom Rosenbauer

I’ve had a long love affair with the Bahamas and with Grand Bahama Island in particular. I’ve spent many days exploring its vast bonefish habitat—from the lush, food-rich north side with its mangrove abundance to the snotty bones that prowl the achingly clear beaches on the south side. I’ve made friends. And so I agonized, sitting in the comfort of my green little bubble in Vermont, while Hurricane Dorian pummeled the Grand Bahama—especially the East End, where the storm hovered with winds of over 150 mph on September 2nd—and stubbornly refused to move on.

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