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First kill for a young heart

The taking of a life, no matter how small, calls for reverence

by Johnny Carrol Sain - Friday, Aug 31st, 2018

Photo: Dawn Huczek / cc2.0

I watch her movements become slow and deliberate as rustling leaves bring her to alert. An image of the oak tree reflects in her dilated pupils. Shaky hands testify to the adrenaline racing through her veins.

I whisper, "can you see it?"

There is no reply.

“It’s on the third branch up.”

Searching eyes scrutinize leafy boughs. Whispered words tumble out in a ragged breath. “I see it,” she says.

I kneel behind her to take it all in. The camouflaged gun barrel circles in cool late-afternoon air. The circles tighten and she holds her breath.

Review: The Feather Thief

Beauty, obsession and the natural history heist of the century

by Jon Tobey - Wednesday, Aug 29th, 2018

The Tring Museum’s press release announcing the theft included this photo of the species of birds the thief—or thieves—had targeted the most: Indian Crow, Resplendent Quetzal, Blue Chatterer, and Birds of Paradise, several of which had been collected by Alfred Russel Wallace. Detective Inspector Fraser Wylie of the Hertfordshire Constabulary offered a number of theories about how the stolen birds might be used—for dressmaking, costume jewelry, or fishing lures—and asked collectors to keep an eye out for these species (photo: Natural History Museum, London).

The Feather Thief, by Kirk Wallace Johnson proves the old adage that "truth is stranger than fiction." Though entirely non-fiction, The Feather Thief reads like a novel. As a novelist and short story writer, I sure wish I could've come up with this plot. While the crime around which the story revolves is one related to fly fishing, Wallace's account focuses much more on conservation. You definitely do not need to be a fly fisher to enjoy this book.

Famous rivers, silent streams

Would you rather fish well-known rivers or anonymous creeks?

by Todd Tanner - Monday, Aug 27th, 2018

Photo: Todd Tanner

We all have our favorite streams. For some folks, it’s a pristine mountain creek dropping down through a remote, forested valley. For others, it’s a pretty little stretch of water just past the edge of town, a place where they’ve fished a hundred times and, with a bit of luck, will fish a hundred more. Easy access helps breed familiarity, and familiarity builds intimacy; it’s all about that personal, ongoing connection with the local landscape. And then, of course, there are the myriad anglers who enjoy famous waters like the Bighorn, the Beaverkill or the Madison.

Republican senator, groups fight to save beloved conservation program

Pending expiration of the Land and Water Conservation Fund puts hundreds of projects at risk

by Chad Shmukler - Friday, Aug 24th, 2018

Kayakers paddle in Whitewater Bay in Alaska where, in 2013, LWCF funds were used to procure and protect land whose preservation is crucial to the region's economy and its prolific runs of all five species of Pacific salmon (photo: USFS).

What costs taxpayers absolutely nothing, has funded over 41,000 conservation and lands projects at the federal, state and local levels, has protected over 2.3 million acres of forests and—throughout most of its 54 year history—has enjoyed bi-partisan support from lawmakers? It's a question that many might not be able to answer because, despite its positive impacts in nearly every county in the United States, the nation's most important program for the preservation and protection of public lands—the Land and Water Conservation Fund (LCWF)—has historically spent little time in the spotlight.

Wet wading footwear

A look at the options

by Chris Hunt - Tuesday, Aug 21st, 2018

August wet wading on the Wigwam River in British Columbia (photo: Chad Shmukler).

Remember those old Simms wading sandals? The ones that looked like, with a pair of knee-high stockings and some lederhosen, we’d be all set for Octoberfest?

I wore them because donning waders to chase backcountry trout on hot summer days was just too damn uncomfortable. If I’m going to make gravy, it’s not going to be in my waders, damnit.