Meat Hunter

I was born a meat hunter. Only as an adult have I been born again Catch & Release. I grew up in the Midwest in a family that did not have a lot of money. It was no Grapes of Wrath, but me, my shotgun and hand-me-down fiberglass fly rod did play an essential part in feeding the family. I mention this childhood of fish killing and rabbit slaying only to dampen the blow of what I am about to say.

Years ago I moved to Colorado for three main reasons...intellectual asylum, mountains and to escape STOCKER TROUT! Many friends of mine back in Ohio and Pennsylvania relied almost entirely on published stocking reports to get a leg up on local trout fishing. Some of the more hard core would even camp out near a bridge waiting to be the first to have a crack at the disorientated fish once the stocking truck had left! So, if you are new to Colorado, or are planning a fishing vacation out this way...do not call or e-mail me asking what the "limit" on trout is out here. We have WILD trout here. They are beautiful and plentiful...and we want to keep it that way. My livelihood depends on it!