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Of browns and bugs

Fishing through Colorado’s new national monument
Brown trout are abundant in the Arkansas River including the stretch running through Browns Canyon National Monument.

I’m in Browns Canyon National Monument. It’s Colorado’s corner of newly protected public land. The Arkansas River is its lifeline. I’m fishing that lifeline from a raft rowed by Colorado permit pioneer Bill Dvorak.

The river is running too low in my opinion, 300 cubic feet per second (CFS), but my opinion doesn’t count here. This isn’t my home water. It’s Dvorak’s.

Hidden hollows with dark pasts

Exploring marks left on West Virginia's Cranberry Wilderness
Photo: Matthew Reilly

I’ve always been drawn to wild places. It’s where the world makes the most sense. And when the beauty of wild trout—rising where they should, to a fly offered by one practiced in the art of grace and respect for such things—agrees with the surroundings, all is as it should be.

The many faces of the Malleo

Patagonia's Rio Malleo offers some of the finest and most diverse fishing in all of Argentina
The Lanin volcano, which seems ever-present on some sections of the Malleo, towers over the middle section of the river below (photo: Isaias Miciu).

As we toss gear into the truck and finish morning coffees, Santos, our guide from Patagonia River Guides, informs me that our planned day on the Malleo will be spent on the lower section of the river and I immediately start to pepper him with questions. Why the lower section? Why not the upper? Or the middle?

Review: Simms Waypoints Sling Pack

Thoughts on Simms' new featherweight sling pack

The majority of my missions are full on 8 hour days on foot often in challenging terrain. This typically necessitates a balanced, lightweight pack and storage configuration of more than 17 liters for the first aid kit, food, liquids, tackle and a rain jacket or insulated layer depending on conditions.

Something snappy

With customers as crew, commercial boats work red snapper in the Gulf
Photo: Kris Millgate

Scott Hickman’s boat is worth more than my house and he drives it NASCAR fast. I can tell we are racing by how quickly we pinball through a few dozen oil tankers parked in the Gulf of Mexico.

​“Oil is the new coal,” Hickman yells over the wind and the radio. “All these tankers are sitting out here empty.”

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