Who the Hell is E. Scott Pruitt?

Why haven't Pruitt's relentless attacks on clean water drawn more ire from sportsmen?
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So ignorant of government was Donald Trump that during his campaign he promised to “get rid” of the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency “in almost every form.”

When, as president, he was informed by staff that this was impossible he did the closest thing. He hired Oklahoma’s attorney general, Edward Scott Pruitt, as his EPA administrator, instructing him to emasculate the agency. Pruitt is succeeding.

Getting close

Are in-close skills the true test of a sportsman?
Photo: Jeremy Clark

When I was a kid back in the late ’60s and early ‘70s, I used to spend my weekends fishing at Murrow Park. The park’s small pond, which was situated in the middle of a gorgeous meadow, had a sandy beach at one end where the locals came to swim in the summer. The deepest spot, out near the middle, was all of fifteen feet.

Calculated risk

Part 2 of a 2-part story
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David came out of the basement as Jill pulled into the yard. He'd taken time off from his contracting business to work on their new house after the honeymoon. The house had good bones, but nothing had been updated. With his skills, the house was a bargain. He was covered in drywall dust when he came over to help her with the groceries and she wrinkled her nose. “You need a shower.” Before the trip, they would both work on the old bungalow, getting ready to flip it so they could move into a more family-friendly house — and she'd never once wrinkled her nose at how he smelled then.

“Why yes, the remodel is coming along fine, and I would love a nice dinner with my lovely wife, why do you ask?” She looked at him across the bag of groceries between them, her lips pressed tight together. He kicked himself for going on the attack like that, but ever since the assault the tension between them had not abated, and he couldn't remember the last time they touched.

“I just need some time, okay? It doesn't help when you are like this.”

He bit back a retort, and reached for the groceries instead. She pushed by him, and walked into the house. He followed and dropped the bag on the counter and went into the guest bedroom where he had been showering. And dressing. And sleeping. When he was done, he went into the kitchen where she was heating up some pasta. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

“Starting already?” She had a way of arching her eyebrows which he’d never noticed before but particularly got to him now.

“What do you mean 'already?' I've been working my ass off all day.”

“It's just that you've been drinking a lot lately.”

“Well, I guess I don't have a lot else to do.” Dammit, again he said the wrong thing, and he knew it before he did it.

“I don't care how you spend your time, David. Just don't get sloppy.”

Calculated risk

Part 1 of a 2-part story
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David hooked the big brown right where he thought he would, against the far bank under an overhanging snag. He and Jill had hiked upstream from camp in the morning and worked their way back over the course of the day. All in all, a great start to the honeymoon - they’d had a 50-fish day between them, but until now, she had him on the biggest fish of the trip. He was grim and determined as he fought it, saving the celebratory whoops for the netting.

Buying a new fly rod

The comparisons you should—and shouldn't—be making when buying a fly rod
Casting to gulpers on foggy day on Hebgen Lake in Montana (photo: John Juracek).

Buying a new fly rod should be an enjoyable experience. But my years working in a fly shop suggest much of the time it isn’t. Customers often find the process rather confusing and intimidating, sometimes even downright scary. It’s easy to understand why: An overwhelming number of makes and models crowd the market. Prices range widely, with flagship models fetching around $900.00. Quality varies widely too, but not in clearly defined ways. Marketing campaigns are slick, captivating, hype-laden. Opinions are everywhere too, and cheap. Who and what are we to believe?