A mother orca expressed her grief by carrying her lifeless calf on her head for days

July 2018 may be one of the best in memory for doing that thing that makes July so great: bobbing down a river

The pronghorn’s lack of adaptability when faced with alternative environments is well understood

The Great Plains may be a negative space landscape, but it’s foolish to underestimate the power of absence

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