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The Colorado
Runoff was in full force in Colorado. Everything was running high, fast, dirty or just totally blown out. I was in Grand Lake visiting my buddy C, a former colleague from my DC days, and exploring...
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Gusts Up To 60
Gusts up to 60 mph: it was an ominous fishing forecast but a fitting one. Our plans to float the famed Platte River the next day had been derailed. Yet these mighty winds were justification for why...
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Climate Change & Trout
Sense of time has never been my strong suit. Despite my best efforts, I’m routinely late for everything. My friends just refer to it as MST – Moinester Standard Time. And as bad as I am with time in...
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Healing Walk
[Photography Note: To see more and higher quality images of the Healing Walk and oil sands, please click here.] For more than ten thousand years, Lionel Lepine’s ancestors have lived off their land....
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Chuitna Mine
This story originally appeared on the Orvis blog on September 24th, 2013 here. Peering out the window of the plane, I took a deep breath and tried to soak it all in. The sun was glistening on the...
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Wading into Ireland
I emerged from the Glenomena dormitory into the grey Dublin afternoon. The air was crisp for a late September day. The sky looked as it often does here, foreboding and on the verge of a downpour....
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The Perfect Finale
It has taken me more than two months to write this story, the final portion of the greatest chapter of my life. My delinquency is partially due to the unfortunate fact that in my new life, papers on...
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Ramor Lake
I was three hours into my first day of pike fishing in Ireland when I heard the best words that have been spoken to me on the water in quite some time. As an 8 lb pike took a brief hiatus from peeling...
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Opening Weekend
On the train back from Dundalk, I scanned through my photos from the last three days amazed by how much water we had covered and how many fish we had brought to hand. It was opening weekend of trout...
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Irish Bass
I was exhausted. My arm burned from hundreds of futile casts. My feet ached from three days of stumbling on jagged rocks that on more than one occasion sliced up my hands. The winds howled, making...
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