Tag Archives: Aldo Leopold

Winter Spring

Mid-February, and I track through the snow toward a big spring in the hills. I’d follow the deer prints but it’s easier to step inside the wheel ruts of an ATV. I read new promise in the strengthening light. Grouse … Continue reading

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A Century Gone

The passenger pigeon was once the most abundant wild bird in North America and, perhaps, in all the world. It’s been said that more than a quarter of all the birds in North America in the 1800s were Ectopistes migratorius, … Continue reading

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Healing the Wounds

“One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds… ” —Aldo Leopold In the season of great holidays with all their heightened emotional baggage, we’re all aware of global problems, and … Continue reading

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A Peerless Transition

It looked like a good day to stay home from work and to check up on the trout. The temperature was rising into the 40s, and it said farewell to winter. The streams and rivers would soon be rising from … Continue reading

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Dry Blue

[preparing for an August visit to New Mexico, when weather conditions may be favorable, a fly-fisher looks back at the drought…] Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?– Aldo Leopold Dry Blue is both … Continue reading

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One Day on the Pecos

In a couple of months I hope to revisit northern New Mexico. Four years ago I enjoyed a fishing camp-out on the headwaters of the Pecos River in the southern Rocky Mountains. Beautiful country, wild and scenic. Last summer I … Continue reading

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A Spring-Driven Thing

The warbling sound had the shape of a falling leaf. I could still hear the sound despite its being 39 or 40 years old. Lacking a better mentor at the time, I was under the influence of, shall we say, a … Continue reading

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Catwalk, Gila Trout, and Caves

During the severe southwestern drought in the summer of 2011, I had to change my plans to fly-fish northern New Mexico. Leighanne and I turned our heads away from the raging fires near Las Alamos and the threat to the … Continue reading

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