Our war with with invasive weeds remains a noble one

With hunter numbers down, I’m concerned about funding for wildlife conservation

My ideal snowbird calendar includes a southward migration in the fall, right around Thanksgiving

My money is on the strange, wolf-like canid killed by a rancher near Denton being an oddball, mange-riddled, feral mutt

Spring is the season I wander back to my local fly shop, where I’m compelled to nose around for unessential trinkets

This time of year I lean toward the smoker

If a pothole lake was a TGI Fridays for trout, scuds would be the bacon-wrapped shrimp

What brought down Montana’s caribou?

I once convinced myself that rummaging the bargain bin at the fly shop was somehow a measure of character

There was a time when fly fishing was a small, niche activity

I was shaken back to awareness recently on a flight from Texas to Montana

For the first time since fall you can cast a single fly, throw tight loops and catch trout

Felt-soled wading boots have long been the preferred option for anglers

The snowpack numbers in Montana are amazing

A friend’s travel trailer was stolen from their driveway recently, while they slept inside their home