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Not a single Montana angler should vote for Matt Rosendale or Greg Gianforte

Rosendale and Gianforte have a track record of betraying Montana sportsmen and women
Photo: Tom Williams/CQ Roll Call.

Montanans are an independent lot. We're used to splitting tickets and voting for the best person for the job. For example – in 2016, Montana went for Trump by about 21 points, but also elected Democrat Steve Bullock to a second term as Governor. That independent spirit is coming in to play during the 2018 mid-terms, where candidates with sharply contrasting backgrounds face off in Montana races for the U.S. Senate and U.S. House of Representatives.

Dirty dozens: Who to vote out this November

Want to cast a vote for the outdoors? Vote out candidates that vote against clean air and water.
Texas sportsmen can help vote out dirty dozener Ted Cruz, who has one of the most anti-clean air and water voting records in congress. Cruz is unexpectedly in a competitive race against insurgent candidate Beto O'Rourke in Texas (photo: Gage Skidmore / cc2.0).

With a few notable exceptions, outdoor publications and especially the "hook-and-bullet" press (publications targeted primarily at anglers and hunters) tell their readers what they want to hear, not what they need to hear.

As with sportsmen writing and editing hook-and-bullet articles, sportsmen reading them tend to be politically naïve and easily seduced by their worst enemies.

Here's to spring

A lot of folks love fall, I hate it
Photo: Chad Shmukler

I’m certain I was the only angler in the remote Forest Service campground in the shadow of Lemhi Range. Labor Day had come and gone, and the backcountry now belonged bow hunters chasing elk.

I’d parked my little camper under the tall pines, and, with fire restrictions lifted just in time for hunting season, I imbibed of woodsmoke and the last of the clear liquor season. Cheap vodka poured over ice and seasoned with a diet Sprite—it’s my backwoods cocktail of choice. A “spritzer” as I and my summer drinking buddies jokingly call it, pinky fingers protruding defiantly as we drink.

The great bread hatch

On days of failure an angler may be said to go through four stages of feeling
Photo: Peter Harsagyi

Every day, fishing is an adventure. Today, Mauro and I went to the Slough, hoping to key in on what we call the “Decker hatch,” chasing the 500,000 smolt released by the Issaquah hatchery, through Lake Sammamish and into the Slough where they get concentrated. Our theory is that, naturally, the big rainbows and cutthroat in the lake will key in on these tasty morsels. Last week Jason (Decker, who figured this whole thing out and thus the eponymous naming) and I tested this theory by fishing the lake by the mouth of the creek, watched over by a family of eagles nesting nearby.