Life isn’t always a beach, but the good stuff usually involves moving water

I’m usually skeptical of silver bullet theories that provide simple explanations

On land our focus ought to be preventing the species list from getting any shorter, rather than adding myths

I knew that as soon as the NCAA champ was crowned the first weekend in April it would be time to fish

Hardcore dry fly junkies know the sure signs of blue-winged weather

Supporters of the transfer thought Montanans were stupid enough to be duped by that piece of junk legislation, the rally hopefully taught them otherwise

Maybe nature is more complex than we assume

Access advocates are at least trying to play offense for a change

I don’t remember winter being this nice back in the old days

Bird hunting isn’t the topic on the lips of most folks as they navigate the slush

It’s sometimes easy to overlook the importance of connectivity in the Northern Rockies

Mearns’ haven’t yet learned that the freeze-until-danger-passes strategy only works in deep grass

One should never feel even the slightest remorse about filling a creel on a put-grow-and-take fishery

Some of my best bald eagle sightings are on the crowded stretch of the Middle Fork just downstream from West Glacier

There’s no comparing modern fly reels and monofilament leaders to the old stuff