There aren’t many universal truths that stand the test of time, but I’ve got one. This will be my 4thseason that I call the Cuyahoga River my home water. I live between Akron and Cleveland, a wilderness paradise very similar to the Frank Church. I’m less than 10 minutes from the Cuyahoga and a mile from one of its main tributaries, Yellow Creek. I fish a lot and I’ve found great wadeable stretches throughout the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Ohio’s only National Park, and county and city ...

Public land owners have a HUGE OPPORTUNITY to help shape public land management on nearly 800,000 acres in Southwest Idaho!  The Four Rivers Field Office of the BLM is taking public comments until August 22nd on a proposed Resource Management Plan (RMP).  This RMP is likely to be the guiding management document for the next 20 years or more.  The key is making sure YOU use your voice to let the BLM know that you want the land managed in such a way to ensure high quality wildlife habitat and ...

The Colorado chapter of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers recently appointed Lora Heckman to serve as Assistant Regional Director for Northern Colorado. Lora was born and raised in central Indiana. “My parents were huge influences on doing things outdoors–they always took us to visit cool places when we were young,” she said. “I didn’t really start hunting and fishing until I met my future husband, KC, in Colorado in 2002. KC found a way to weave fishing and hunting into what at the time was my ...

On June 11, the Wisconsin Joint Finance Committee approved the allocation of $100,000 in hunter license dollars to deer farms in a poorly-considered and scientifically-unsound attempt to study the spread of CWD. Let's make sure that Governor Evers vetos this item and keeps CWD mitigation funding where it belongs. Use the action alert below to send Gov. Evers a message and let him know that you won't stand for your license dollars funding the high-fence shooting operations that inflamed the ...

Watching them rub the freshly killed mallard drakes on the granite made me pause. I had performed the same ritual dozens of times, but this was different. Tears streamed down my face. The pain of losing him hadn’t been this sharp in a while. My father was a mountain of a man. At 6’ 2” and 240 pounds, with a booming voice and a personality to match, he had a presence. His thirst for the wild woods and waters was infectious. Growing up I heard stories of late night horse rides, early morning ...