Tag: trout unlimited

One fish, two fish, five fisher ladies

We conceived the idea for a ladies' trip to The Driftless area of Wisconsin in January of 2019. The group consisted of women from a wide array of backgrounds with the only common thread being the Gary Borger TU Chapter. Our destination was Viroqua, WI, in the heart of the Driftless. The goal was an independent women's trip. The attendees would do everything from tying their flies, checking their gear, booking hotel accommodations, making dinner reservations, and selecting guides. Everything a ne

1/15/2020•Evelyn Adams Megan Berns

Bristol Bay

Giddy. I don’t use the word often, but it’s the best way I can describe my demeanor as our flight touched down in King Salmon, Alaska late last August. My uncles, first time visitors to the Bristol Bay region, sat chatting a few rows ahead of me. When the plane came to a halt, I did my best “keep it cool” impression as I unbuckled, grabbed my carry-on, and walked up the aisle to meet them. As we stepped off the plane, I smirked and thought, “Holy buckets, this place is about to blow your socks

5/13/2019•Jenny Weis

Against The Flow

Four years ago, I learned a new sport, my most favorite activity, my passion. This was fly fishing. I grew up in a small town in Western Kentucky. I had fished all my life, but only with a spin rod and bait. Fly fishing was foreign to me. Little did I know that it would empower me to be a leader, a conservationist, talk to others with confidence, want to travel to every state, and to not be afraid to be myself. Fly fishing has taught me to not swim with the flow, but against it. I first learned

3/21/2018•Sydney Abbott

A President's Farewell

Two years ago, when I stepped into a trout stream I was generally thinking about bugs, flies and fish. I was often contemplating the unparalleled joys of playing hooky. I might have stopped to roll a rock off the bottom and scan its underside for evidence of the local food chain. I might or might not have attempted to identify the swarm of flying objects at the edge of my vision before tying on a Pass Lake or a Caddis. I’d scan for fishy water within casting range and would soon be lost in the t

6/30/2017•Susan Fey

The Smallest Decision

I sat anxiously until I heard the unmistakable beep of the seat belt sign clicking off. Immediately, I jumped up and snagged my rod case out of the overhead bin.  I clutched the case and breathed a sigh of relief, (my eternal fear is that I will forget my fly rod on an airplane).  I walked off the plane, breezed through customs, grabbed my white duffel bag, (breathed another sigh of relief knowing my luggage made it) and then walked outside.  I was greeted by the intense sunlight, hair-frizzing

8/1/2016•Gracie Baldwin

Home Waters

In 2008, Lynn Camp Prong, a stream in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park was closed to fishing to restore native Southern Appalachian Brook Trout to their home water.  Like the ‘brookies,’ I have always considered it my home water.  It has always been a favorite place for our family and only a short drive from our home in Townsend, Tennessee.  The end of the gravel road where the trail follows the stream is the place we love to fish, hike and play as a family.  Throughout the past seven yea

12/15/2015•Charity Rutter