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A Rainbow on the Ranch
This is a story about luck. Not often enough, do I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend a precious few months in Last Chance. And too...
A Rainbow on the Ranch
This is a story about luck. Not often enough, do I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend a precious few months in Last Chance. And too...
Big Bugs on the Henry’s Fork
You brush off the insect that was skittering above your shirt collar, and thenadjust your shades. A sundown of twisted gold and pink is mottled in the brokenevening clouds, reflected...
Big Bugs on the Henry’s Fork
You brush off the insect that was skittering above your shirt collar, and thenadjust your shades. A sundown of twisted gold and pink is mottled in the brokenevening clouds, reflected...
Fanny Krieger — The Angler Who Changed Everything
In the spring of 1974, I took my first job as a fishing guide. I wasn’t ready for it. I had never fished the Madison River, didn’t know where the...
Fanny Krieger — The Angler Who Changed Everything
In the spring of 1974, I took my first job as a fishing guide. I wasn’t ready for it. I had never fished the Madison River, didn’t know where the...
50 Years
Our Roots As I approached graduation from Brigham Young University, I considered my employment options. My field, Industrial Arts Education, pretty much guaranteed I’d be poor for the rest of...
50 Years
Our Roots As I approached graduation from Brigham Young University, I considered my employment options. My field, Industrial Arts Education, pretty much guaranteed I’d be poor for the rest of...
Steelhead Fishing the Winter Solace
I’ve always been one to fish alone. It doesn’t feel like I am alone in the river; I’m not sure why. Maybe because with the current pushing against my side,...
Steelhead Fishing the Winter Solace
I’ve always been one to fish alone. It doesn’t feel like I am alone in the river; I’m not sure why. Maybe because with the current pushing against my side,...
Septober
“Best of all, he loved the fall [. . . .] with the tawny and grey, the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods, leaves floating on the trout streams, and above...
Septober
“Best of all, he loved the fall [. . . .] with the tawny and grey, the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods, leaves floating on the trout streams, and above...