By BHA's Utah Coordinator, Ken Theis. One of the main things required of graduate students, regardless of the field of study, is to read. Exposed to a vast amount of information, you are expected to notice when various thoughts, ideas, and information begin to mesh. Once-held beliefs may be discarded, others reinforced, emerging ideas adopted. Sorted, sifted, and mulled over, somehow it all converges into what you take to be true. Certain authors may be particularly influential and you learn ...

Critics of the governor's intent to increase timber harvesting and divert its revenues worry about a shift in how forests are managed.Nestled between Moosehead Lake and Baxter State Park are 44,000 acres of state-owned land where hikers roam Maine’s largest roadless backcountry and fishermen discover that Nahmakanta – Penobscot for “where there are plenty of fish” – still rings true today. During winter, thousands of snowmobilers cruise daily through Nahmakanta Public Reserved Land via one ...

The following is a compilation of reports and stories from hunters, anglers and public land users about how illegal OHV use has impacted habitat and hunting and fishing opportunities.  Share your story using the comments below... Jerry Woodard, Utah: Some hunters on ATVs insisted they would haul his elk out for him if they could get their machines to the site. Even though Jerry declined their offer, the persistent ATV riders spent much of the day trying to access the kill site. In the ...

MISSOULA, Mont. - To advance its efforts on behalf of America's wild public lands, waters and wildlife, Backcountry Hunters & Anglers announces two additions to its national staff: John Gale as conservation director and Katie McKalip as communications director.  The new hires cap a period of unprecedented growth for the 10-year-old BHA, which over the past 18 months  has seen its membership numbers more than double and accumulated a string of successes in mobilizing sportsmen to advance ...

By Tom Reed   That morning Duane shared the land with me. It was his place. Had been his place, his family’s place year after year after year. Sure, it was public land, but it felt like it had another stamp, a generational one. I felt honored. Deeply.   We set out in different directions. Duane and Duke the setter going one way. Me with my entire pack another. I walked and followed. A light breeze came off the ocean into canine noses and I followed some more. Walking. Always walking, the ...