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Video: 24 hours in L.A.

Carp, bass and even mako shark, all in one day in the city of angels

by Chad Shmukler - Friday, Sep 15th, 2017

Hooked up to a mako shark off the shores of downtown L.A. (photo: RC Cone).

If you're not familiar with the work of RC Cone, you probably should be. Cone is best known in the fishing world for his films Tributaries and Breathe, but it is his 2016 film The Accord—which told the story of Heiðar Logi Elíasson, an Icelandic surfer that has spent his life chasing waves in the burly, wind-beaten North Atlantic—that has won Cone the most acclaim, as an official selection at both the Banff Film Festival and Telluride Mountainfilm. Cone has a knack for angles and cinematography and it shows through in his work.

I'm (almost) done

Sometimes enough is enough

by Steve Zakur - Friday, Jul 28th, 2017

Photo: Justin Hamblin

Gravel roads don’t have the adventurous chops of a two-track. Still, turning off of pavement stirs that part of the brain which knows wilderness. When the road disappears into a river-scoured canyon, even the weariest traveler can sit up and take notice. I was weary. I was also watching.

Four days of Big Sky and big waters had left me depleted. But there was something more. Deep in my gut, a microscopic organism was preparing to attack me. In the morning it would give me misery but for now it just made me feel sour and sleepy. Also, I was fished out.

Young man river

What a decade on the water looks like

by Kris Millgate - Wednesday, Jul 5th, 2017

Photo: Kris Millgate

He arrived a decade ago. Dark, brown hair with curious eyes to match. He skipped crawling for wading and chooses riverbanks over bikes. He pesters his brother, questions his parents and runs wild as nature intended. This is Young Man River.

We Take Our Stand: The path of water

40 Montana outdoor writers take a stand for public lands

by Todd Tanner - Friday, May 19th, 2017

Montana's Swan Range (photo: Todd Tanner).

Every day, we—my wife, my son and I—are infused with the blessings of public lands. And not in some vague, generalized, ambivalent sense; not in the way that some folks are inspired by the presence of public lands as a remote bastion of wilderness or as a metaphor for freedom. When my family turns on the tap, water that falls as rain or snow on the Swan Range a mile or so to our east - water that works its way down through the cracks and crevices of those sheer, gorgeous, publicly-owned mountains - comes gushing out from our faucet and slakes our thirst.

The anchor

The world continues to go to hell in a hand-basket. Anyone want to go fishing?

by Todd Tanner - Thursday, May 11th, 2017

Photo: Mike Sepelak

I went fishing for a couple days last week. Not that my time on the water is news, or a big deal, but it was awfully important from a mental health perspective. We all need to take the occasional day off, and fishing—or in this particular case, rowing a couple of other anglers down the river for the better part of two days—was exactly the kind of therapy I needed.