by Chris Hunt - Tuesday, Mar 24th, 2020
I love Irish whiskey. Perhaps it’s the Kearns lineage that bleeds through the mishmash of English Hunts and German Garretts and Mullers that forged the American mongrel I am today, but of all the whiskeys (or whiskies—more on that in a bit), I find Irish the most palatable.
by Steve Woit - Monday, Mar 23rd, 2020
Collectors of antique fly fishing tackle are a unique breed. Motivated by a passion for the sport and the excitement of the chase, they often search and compete for decades to acquire a single object of desire.
In doing so, they help preserve the craft and history of fly fishing history one rod, reel or fly at a time. Some have gained celebrity in the fly fishing community, reaching the status of elders in the tribe.
by Mike Sepelak - Friday, Mar 20th, 2020
Time travel’s not all that hard if you follow your nose. Smells go straight to the emotional memory center of the brain, returning many to their mother’s kitchen by way of a whiff of freshly baked bread, to their father’s workshop by the dusty scent of fragrant woodwork, or to dreamy, long-forgotten vacations on the ozone fresh portent of incoming rain. Here, I ride the dark, luxuriant aroma of newly tanned cowhide back to the farm’s old tack room. My early childhood smelled like this. With luck, my Heaven will too.
It’ll smell like Lou Taubert’s.
by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Mar 18th, 2020
I've never really come to grips with the real estate I can somehow manage to cover while I fish, especially in the backcountry where I can't just hop on the road when I'm done and walk back to the truck in a matter of a few minutes.
Out in the wild, everything's relative. Time. Distance. Weather.
It's as if I enter a time warp. Minutes become hours. A day dies a quick, painless death when I'm armed with a fly rod. A stream's meanders can stretch for miles before I snap back to reality and realize that I'm a long ways from where I started.
by Hatch Magazine - Monday, Mar 16th, 2020
Trout Unlimited’s new film, “Querencia,” explores the resiliency the small town of Questa, New Mexico, which is situated below spectacular mountains and above the undeniable beauty of the nearby Rio Grande Gorge. When tragedy struck at the fabric of the small village—first through collapse of the town church and later through the closing of a nearby mine, Questa’s main economic driver—its citizens rallied together to rebuild and maintain its existence.
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