DOLLY VARDEN “TROUT”, TUNDRA AND THE ARCTIC
by Matthew Dickerson, Fall 2015 It was late evening. I’d been in leaky waders all day and didn’t want to put them on again. So I was standing barefoot, knee-deep […]
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OF MAY, MUD, AND MOOSE IN MAINE
Matthew Dickerson The first moose was a big bull. It stepped onto the road a hundred yards in front of my car and began to saunter across, without consideration of […]
Trout in Oklahoma (in 30 Minutes)
Story: Matthew Dickerson Photos: Phil Brodersen April 18, 2016 NOTE TO DIARY: I have now caught trout in 29 states. Here is how it happened… Another opening day of trout […]
Drifting the Deschutes: Trout in a High Mountain Desert
October, 2015 When I think of Oregon and the Pacific Northwest, I usually have in mind more coastal areas. All but one of my previous visits to Washington or Oregon […]
WASHING OUT AND RINSING DOWN: STEELHEAD IN NW OREGON
Earlier this month I spent a long weekend in Oregon. Oregon is deservedly famous for at least two things. One is craft breweries. According to 2013 Brewers Association statistics, Oregon […]
News and Updates from the Authors
Matthew Dickerson and David O’Hara will be teaching a 4-week creative writing class on trout and environmental issues in Alaska, focusing on the char genus and Dolly Varden trout–while both […]
Early Spring Fishing on the Middlebury River
Sluggish Spring and Wintery Waters Matthew Dickerson (Reprinted from the Addison Independent) Standing in warmth and comfort of my living room looking out the window, the temptation was too great […]
Ecology, Trout and Tired Limbs
Ecology, Trout and Tired Limbs The day was winding to a close, my legs were exhausted, and I hadn’t seen a single trout. It was a Saturday. I was […]
A Pursuit of Trout in Surprising Places
A Pursuit of Trout in Surprising Places Matthew Dickerson If I had been asked a few months ago to name the state with the largest chapter of Trout Unlimited, my […]
Fishing High and Dry
Fishing High and Dry Matthew Dickerson The temperature was hovering just below freezing when I walked out at dawn, squeezed into my waders, and prepared to head two miles up […]