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When forests die: Climate change and our sporting heritage

A report from the front lines of climate change research
Dying aspens in the Colorado Rocky Mountains near Fairplay, CO (photo: William Anderegg).

I grew up fishing and hunting in rural Colorado. My brother and I would fish all day for cutthroat and rainbow trout in the streams and lakes, long beyond when I’m sure my dad was ready to head home. I remember the sheer joy I felt as I unwrapped my first gun—a beautiful little .410 shotgun—and learned to shoot it, first at cans and then eventually upland birds. We had our favorite campsites nestled in the quaking aspens that we returned to year after year, where we’d chase chipmunks around with small bows.

Dry flies need slack

So give it to 'em, George Harvey style
Photo: Josh Stewart

Drag kills drifts. On the surface or under, it’s an enemy to every fly fisher, destroying the elusive dead drift and turning good presentations bad. Luckily, the right leader, tippet and casting stroke can beat drag long enough to trick even the fussiest fish.

Imitating a naturally drifting insect is at the heart of fly fishing and for many is the baseline approach. Let’s set aside swung wet flies, nymphs and streamers for a while, and deal with the roots— the top water game—the foundation of modern fly fishing.

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.

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