“A world in which a sacramental portion of food can be taken in an old way—hunting, fishing, farming and gathering—has as much to do with societal sanity as a day's work for a day's pay.” – Tom McGuane, “The Heart of the Game,” Outside, September 1977 Welcome to autumn! We’re keeping this newsletter short because, well, September. September is also Public Lands Month, with national Public Lands Day just around the corner on September 23. There are still some great opportunities to give back ...

The Texas chapter of Backcountry Hunters & Anglers (BHA) supports a constitutional amendment (Proposition 14) that creates the Centennial Parks Conservation Fund. On November 7th, 2023, Texas can decide on a ballot measure to amend the Texas Constitution to create the Centennial Parks Conservation Fund by voting for Proposition 14 (Creation of the Centennial Parks Conservation Fund Amendment).  If approved, a $1 billion endowment fund to create additional new parks across the state is ...

The NY Chapter Rendezvous was a great time! In the shadow of Whiteface Mountain along the Ausable River, the Hungry Trout Resort was a picturesque (check out the pictures below!) spot to build community with our members.  Rendezvous kicked off Friday night with a Conservation Dinner with three amazing speakers. NY Chapter board member Brandon Dale, Patagonia Fly Fishing Ambassador Rachel Finn, and taxidermist and conservation author Brant McDuff engaged the crowd on topics from hunting ...

  While Enroute to the AFI Priority landscape event on the north slope of the brooks range 10 AFI volunteers stoped to confirm the accuracy fo their rifles after the long plane/van ride and while they were there spent a few hours cleaning up trash at this well know public shooting area.   Due to the distance, the shooting area is from civilization most folks leave their targets, staples, cardboard boxes, and other trash strewn about.  AFI collected all available debris from the area (55 ...

As seen in Oct-Dec issue of FlyFisherman Magazine:   The first time I heard a loon call I was seven years old with my father in the Boundary Waters Wilderness area. The call was loud and lonely on the big lake; it was a sound so unlike anything I had ever heard. Tucked away from the chilly July night in my sleeping bag, the call echoed across the lake and permeated my father and I’s small tent. My first trip into the Boundary Waters was by many standards uneventful. We paddled into the ...