Joining Hunt To Eat...

Hunting has always been a big part of my life.

It's always been there, from bedtime stories delivered by my father and now with roles reversed as I deliver those stories to my boys.  It's woven deep into the fabric of my life

Additionally, putting our success onto the dinner table was always part of the equation....

Pan fried pheasant breast.  Deer Chops.  Smoked Wild Turkey and Steelhead.  Grilled Salmon,  fried perch and walleye.    Year in and year out, you could count on a consistent rotation of what we returned from field and stream with and eventually cooked up.

Recently, there's been an awakening in my consciousness on what I have been missing with my connection to wild game and fish, and how much more is on the table (pun intended) that I have missed in taking my love of the outdoors and delivering it to the plate.

Combine this all with my devotion to protect public lands and the want to push a conservation ethic, I am beyond thrilled to be joining forces with one of the leading brands in this space, Hunt To Eat as a brand ambassador.

In a nutshell, Hunt To Eat is an apparel company started in 2013 that is leading the conversation on the connectivity of our sport, our ethics, public lands and the respect we can show our quarry as we deliver it to friends and family via a shared meal experience.

Their lineup of t-shirts, hoodies, hats and accessories are beautifully designed and collaborations with organizations like Backcountry Hunters and Anglers, Pheasants Forever, Artemis, and The Wild Sheep Foundation along with titans of the hunting world like Remi Warren and Randy Newberg are raising serious dollars for hunting and fishing conservation efforts.

Another cool aspect is that there's a growing list of state specific shirts that take some of the most iconic aspects of a state's outdoor culture and encapsulates it like the Washington shirt above.  currently there are 17 states with their own design

What's really stirred my soul is the community that ambassadors and other's around the brand are providing for me as a I endeavor to become better and more innovative in using what is in my freezer.  Recipes for dishes like these Venison Enchiladas from contributor John Wallace have me drooling and there are many others ready for you to take part in on the Hunt To Eat site.

We owe it the game we take to honor it in a way that showcases our sport for the blessing it is.

Hunt To Eat is providing that forum.  I hope you join us.

What A Campsite...

Looking for a great spot to camp, there's a wide open campsite ready to go for you. 

Beautiful riverside location, easy river access on public land.  Good fishing spots both above and below.  Large shade trees, waterfowl, wild trout, deer, and easy downtown Spokane access...

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It's hard to summarize the feeling of finding a abandoned homeless camp along my river.  There's dozens of them.  Piles of garbage.  Empty food containers.  Clothes, tents, shoes, human waste, needles and other drug paraphernalia

I feel sad for the people that have to resort to this.

I feel shame for our community and our river.

I feel RAGE at the way humans treat our wild places.

We drag tons and tons of garbage out of the river and it's corridor each year in river cleanups and still it keeps coming at us like the plague.

What's the answer, I dont know. 

We'll drag the shit out of there.  Put a bow around it and feel great that we took care of our area.

Then there's nothing preventing it from happening again. 

And it does...

The X Is In The Wrong Spot...

I could hear the wingbeats and honks clear as day.  The birds were coming in, hot.

In the waterfowl world, finding the X is a big deal.  Find that spot and you know you're going to have a wild couple hours in the blind.

Hunt land or water outside of where the birds want to go?  Well you're in for some long hours of staring at your dog or cracking jokes with your hunting partners because you know birds have other flight plans.

I had stumbled on the X.   There were hundreds of Canadian Honkers right in front of me. It looked like the field itself was moving.

Alas, this was the wrong spot to find the X. 

It was on the way walking into a college football game.  In the middle of town

The unhuntable fowl honked and cackled back at me.

What it really sounded like was laughing....

Steelhead Hwy 101

There isnt a road in the world that takes you past more steelhead water than Highway 101.

This ribbon of asphalt transverses over every steelhead bearing stream along the wild, crested Pacific. From the drenched rainforest rivers of the Olympic Peninsula, arching over the mother river Columbia, tracing along the rain fed coastal range of Oregon, through the grand redwoods and chaparrals gracing California to Baja. The streams beneath this coastal highway cloaks a life altering game fish with the hues of the Pacific gracing their flanks.

Highway 101 is the Steelhead Highway.

My own Hwy 101 story includes my first winter run fish on the swing.  As the road crosses the Bogi I was knee deep in a beautiful swing run, flanked by my dad and my good buddy Joe Willauer.   The stars aligned and a fresh rocket spun me far into my backing before flipping me the middle fin.  Mouth agape, I reeled in and started again only to connect two casts later.  A tense battle was fought and a feisty 10 pound buck came to hand.   10 casts later, another fish....and so that day scorched into my memory

Graphic Designer , founding member of the Wild Steelhead Coalition and owner of Mykiss Studios Rich Simms is the man behind the Hwy 101 brand, and it's his hope that his line will help carry the flame of steelhead experience beyond your time in the water.

There's a full line of apparel for the steelhead obsessed man or woman on your Christmas list.

With any Steelhead Highway purchase 5% of profits will be donated to The Wild Steelhead Coalition supporting their important conservation work.


Consider supporting this original brand and in turn, support wild steelhead conservation

Blurred Lines

It's funny how people hate on each other from different fishing communities

Gear vs fly is bull...

Because really, what's the difference between this fly and a spoon when it's in the water?

Not much, not much at all...

What Does The River Owe You?

Finger pointing gets us nowhere. It doesn’t matter how you fish, or what you fish with. It doesn’t matter how many years you’ve guided, or how many hours you’ve driven. Rivers don’t care where you’re from. They don't care about your family history. Fish do not give a tail flip about your social media following, your movie, or your business.

The river owes you nothing. Salmon and steelhead owe you nothing.

We owe them everything.
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A small excerpt from a recent article the Drake Magazine was kind enough to publish for me.  We're having a hell of a year on the Columbia/Snake River system with regard to Salmon and Steelhead numbers.   The question kept rolling around in my head

What does the river, or fish owe us?

Link to the article HERE

Goose Peek A Boo...

Sometimes when you're goose hunting, do you ever get the feeling like your in a more evolved game of hike and seek?

What it must be like for a flock to come in and the gates open and all hell breaks loose.  A furry of wingbeats, cackles and shotgun blasts

A hell of a way to spend a morning...

The Ghost of Steelhead's Future

Swing Season - Ghost Of Steelhead Future from Sage Fly Fish on Vimeo.

This is a beautiful video

And it should piss your right the hell off.

Think about it, we're repeating, in a similar fashion, the folly of the East Coast of the Canada and the United States.

The loss is happening right before our very eyes.  Without the fish, the river can easily loose its meaning

What are you doing about it?

Join us...

How To Name A Steelhead Fly...

Take something from popular culture that your generation has a relationship with.

For instance, the picture above.  Megatron, from the culturally significant show Transformers (heavy on the sarcasm there)

Then, hit the vice and throw some feathers and fluff together

Work on your alliteration.  Combine names of culturally significant item of your youth with the flies original name.

Hence forth, this fly's name is....

MEGAPRAWN.

Boom, done.  Fly named.

November 6th

It's simple.  Get out and vote November 6th.  Mail that envelope.  Get to the poling station.  

Uber, Lyft and other services are offering free rides to vote.  

And while you're at it.....vote public lands.

Bryan Huskey's Skylines Podcast

There's nothing like a great hunting story....

Follow filmmaker Bryan Huskey on his 2018 Elk season....the start, the scouting, the long trips into the backcountry.   All the ups and downs that encompassed his time afield.

A skilled storyteller, Huskey tells his season so well that you really feel like you're standing with him throughout the season.   I dont personally bow hunt for elk, but dear god does this podcast series make me want to give it a go.  The whole series is spellbinding.

Give it a listen, start your journey at Huskey's SKYLINES podbean website.

Always The Bridesmaid...

I've seen this show before.

The uncanny ability of my father to be successful in the great outdoors knows no end.  When stories like this year's 2018 general deer opener in Eastern Washington comes about, I just smile and laugh.  It's happened so many times like this it's no fluke.

So onward with the story

Hunting mule deer in the channeled scablands of Eastern Washington is a unique experience.  It's rugged basalt channels mixed with rich wheat country.  It's farms and CRP, bunchgrass and tractors, deer and pheasants all coming together in a unique beauty that I absolutely love.  I've hunted farms in this area since I was 12  and each time I step on these pieces of property it's like a well worn book that you know well, but still can and will surprise you to no end.

Opening morning had us in our respective usual spots just before shooting light.  I climbed a dramatic rise up from the wheat fields to cover the cuts and draws that the deer return to bed down in each morning, Dad covering the outlets from down below. 

Like clockwork, 3 does came back to their beds immediately after sunrise but from there the action stopped.   A half hour or so after,  the crunching of cut wheat to my left wasnt a deer as a I hoped, but another hunter.

A member of the family who owns the land had a similar plan as me and I backed off to dad's position to to reassess.   Dejected, I sat down with OMR to find a new plan and hopefully find a deer with the requisite 3 points needed to make it legal

"Why dont you hike down the property about a half mile and watch the other big draws on the property and see if that other hunter jumps a buck out that could run to you"

Great plan...

Leaving dad,  slowly make my way to the destination, carefully watching for other deer that may be escaping the gaze of the other hunter.  Getting to my spot, I sat down and began glassing.

No more than 5 minutes later, as they say on the t.v. show Meateater....BLOUCHE!

The shot had come from right where I had left.   OMR's juju just doesnt stop.

No more than 5 minutes I had left him, a nice big bodied buck came into view.  Hanging up just under 300 yards, dad took the opportunity to fill his tag

Getting back to him, he was unsure of what had happened to the deer.  Not seeing it run off, but still unable to see it gave us a bit of an uneasy feeling.

Finally as we got to within 75 yards, the buck materialized.  Double lung with spine, the deer had died in an instant.  I will always remember turning around to my father who was trailing me, raising my hands in success and watching him light up knowing he had done it.  At 78, who knows how many more deer will fall to his well worn .270 Savage.   I'll relish that happy moment forever.

The deer was unique.  Massive body but very weird horns, the well worn teeth told the story of a buck on the downward trend of his life cycle.

I know what my role is in this situation.  Brute force for animal extraction. 

We laughed at the situation.  We marveled at his luck and excellent shot.  I thanked him for sending me away so I wouldn't get the deer (kidding)

Another opening day in the books.  Always the bridesmaid, never the bride

A Real Field To Table Example...

Hungarian Partridge.  A quality prize in the upland fields.   One for their feathers, two for the quality mails they provide.  This "hun" provided one of the best meals I've had lately.  Enjoy the ride.

Quickly cleaned, doused with salt and pepper and a quick 30 minutes on the cold smoke setting via the Traeger.

3 minutes on 375 per side and bingo, done.

For the finished delivery, I kept it simple.  Avacado, cheese and the last of the home grown tomatoes.  A little mayo finished it off and it was damn near heavan.

Enjoy the upland season, and hopefully you connect on a few dinners out there.  Good luck!

What A Beautiful Sign...

Bouncing around the dirt roads across the west, you see a lot signs.  Mostly the ones as a hunter or fisherman you dont want to see.

No Trespassing.   No Hunting.  Private Land.

It can be a bit deflating when looking for access.

But, when you see a sign like this it sticks out like a glowing neon sign.

It's beautiful.

Want to join a great group of folks who work hard to protect public land and access, look no further than Backcountry Hunters and Anglers.

When 13 is Lucky...

13 is a hell of a number....mostly unlucky

According to Wiki, really, really unlucky

The number 13 is considered an unlucky number in some countries. ... Fear of the number 13 has a specifically recognized phobia, Triskaidekaphobia, a word coined in 1911. The superstitious sufferers of triskaidekaphobia try to avoid bad luck by keeping away from anything numbered or labelled thirteen.

Combine 13 with steelhead, you got a doozy

I've got the chance to meet a lot of really great people within the steelhead world and Travis is right up there.  He's one of those guys who just exudes positivity and has a very creative lens he looks at the world through.  For the past 3 year's he's fallen down the steelhead rabbit hole and he burns up the road between home in Missoula to swing water across the west summer, fall and winter.

Steelhead can be an un-reciprocating lover.  Spend all your time thinking about her, planning trips, wrapping bugs and the like with sometimes nothing in return.  Couple that with low returns, the scales sometimes have a tough time tipping in your favor.

So back to 13.  Travis was on an unholy 13 day unlucky bender of a streak with no love back from his quarry.  13 days staring at the water, watching his swing and questioning everything he's doing.  It's a fertile ground for fishing insanity.  

I've been there.  We've all been there.  It's terrible.

BUT

When it all lines up to break that streak, how sweet it is.

Throughout it all Travis kept his positive attitude and fly in the water.  I was fortunate to be standing behind him in the run when the picked up the bug and ran, hard.  

The best way I could describe the next couple minutes was focused giddiness.  The tension of 13 days gone, replaced by elation.    

The dam had broken and all the pent up frustration was elevated.  Travis cradled the steelhead, paid his respects and sent her on her way.  As the tail flicked and she rocketed off, he shouted his happiness with fists raised to the air

13 days.  Sometimes time is the only penance to solve the solution

Maybe 13 can be lucky.... 

O-Confidence...

My obsession with steelhead flies knows no end....

Thinking a lot lately about why I'm drawn to natural and buggy style patterns,  especially akin to the pallet and style of the  October Caddis emergence in September and October.

The rivers I fish do have a preponderance of this bug and they are super effective at connecting with an ocean run rainbow, but when you really think about it just as many are caught on flies that share zero resemblance to the gigantic bug nugget floating and coming up through the water column

Steelhead eat for god knows what reasons.  We can sit and think away for days on the issue and try to give it reason and rhyme, but truth be told we'll never put a firm finger on the why.

Which brings me to my point.  Confidence.

When I'm creating a fly to be offered, I've started to think more towards the angler and what the fly inspires in them .  Sure the classical lines and attributes are followed but when you select the bug out of the box, does it give you that funny feeling in your gut akin to knocking on the door of a girl's house before your first date.?

Yes...then fish that damn thing with full confidence.   It will happen

And in my case, I have a lot of O-Confidence.

Happy fishing out there.  Have a great fall.

The Wader Grab...

(photo courtesy of Billy Pheifer)


The alarm is sounded, fish on!

I scramble back to the back from my position, reel up and get ready to assume my role in the dance

When the fish vacuum connects, I like to add a little extra safety to the equation.  Our inland steelhead rivers are slicker than greased bowling balls and with that you can go down fighting a fish as you can walking into the river to make your first cast. 

A little extra precaution never hurt anyone.

So I become his anchor as the fish and OMR continue their ballet.  Step by step, we return to the calmer waters of the shore where the battle is really won or lost.

"I got ya dad"  "Put it on that fish, too much slack!"  "Big rock to your left"

"You got this"

Sure there are times when I'm not there when he fully capably hooks, fights and lands the fish with out me.  The dude know's what he's doing but maybe it's my way of pretending he needs me there and I get a front row seat to watch my father do what he loves most.

West Yellowstone Trout Spey Days...

Get your spey on in Yellowstone country this coming Friday and Saturday!

West Yellowstone Trout Spey Days hosted by Big Sky Anglers is coming, and if you can get there, you should.

Looks like the 2017 event was a major success and 2018 is expected to be bigger with countless rods, lines, reels and so much more to help you get dialed in with the 2 handed trout game

Friday's agenda....

Meet a host of experienced Spey casters,Trout Spey anglers, and instructors, and get dialed in to enjoy a whole new approach to trout fishing. Everyone is welcome! Whether you are just beginning your journey with 2-handed rods and Spey casting, or you are a veteran with the long rod, please stop in and say hi, hang out, and talk rods, lines, casting technique, rigging, presentation, and flies used in Trout Spey and beyond.

And the big day, Saturday...

Saturday, September 22, 10am – 5pm On the Water & 6pm – 9pm At the Shop


On Water Instruction and Demonstrations from 10am – 5pm

Madison River Bridge at Hwy 191, 3.7 miles north of the shop. Attendees are encouraged to bring waders, snacks, water, and camp chairs, as well as their own Trout Spey gear. No gear? No worries, the reps will have all the goodies from the world of Trout Spey for you to try out.


Feedback from last year’s event suggested that folks had a blast and learned a lot but they also wanted more time and space on the water where they could try out gear, practice, and receive instruction outside of the formal presentations. We listened, and this year there will be 3 main areas of the Saturday Outdoor Event.

Area 1 will be vendor tents. All the tents and gear from vendors will be set up in the parking lot adjacent to the river for the duration of the event. Attendees can meet reps, talk gear, and borrow kits for a test cast.

Area 2 will be an area of river set aside for folks to demo gear from vendors, get casting lessons from experienced staff and attendees, and generally free form it.

Area 3 is the “main stage” – a presentation area on the water. This will be the gravel bar area where the main event was held in 2017. We will be set up for a series of formal presentations, Q&A, and lots of hands on time with Trout Spey gear.





From 10am – 11am things will build momentum, with folks arriving, meet and greets with BSA staff and reps, welcome messages, and time to hang out and drink coffee.

Following that, there will be a series of presentations on the “Main stage”. We’ve left lots of time for interaction with the presenters and any potential overrun, questions, and extra hands on casting and chaos from each presentation.

Presentations
Matt Klara (Big Sky Anglers, Thomas & Thomas, Echo, and Airflo) – Introduction to Spey and Trout Spey Fundamentals.

Kurt Kruger (Far Bank – Sage, RIO, and Redington) – Rod and Line Setups for Different Trout Spey Applications

Alice Owsley (Riverside Anglers, Winston, and Scientific Anglers) – Presentation and Fishing Tactics for Trout Spey

Jake Zirkle (G. Loomis) – Spey Casting In Tight Quarters and Around Obstructions
Open mic?

Scroll down for Presenter Bios and learn more about these interesting folks!
Party at the flyshop from 6pm – 9pm

Following conclusion of the On Water portion of the event, there will be an hour break and then we will kick off the party back at the fly shop from 6pm – 9pm. BBQ, beverages, gear giveaways, swag, and more.

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Sounds like a great event, be there!

Had Me Fooled...

After the 435th consecutive cast without any positive response from the water, the grab was savage and woke me up like I was hit like a bolt of lightening

The Hardy St John sang it's beautiful song. 

Hells yes, game on. 

Wait, what....something's wrong. 

This particular river usually only has two things.  Big adult steelhead and small smolt in the 6-8 inch range.  The latter always give themselves up quickly and after your heart stops racing and you stop yelling F words....you can admire their aggressiveness and the hope for the future

The reports I was getting back from this particular fish on the line was a mixed bag and I've caught enough steelhead to not judge the size of the fish by the fight.   Last year's 38 inch hen on the dryline came right at me with the gusto of a smolt.  If i would have horsed it in as if it was a smolt, that fish would have been gone in 2 seconds.  The fish dug like a adult, pulled line but then would flop around like a juvenile. 

This fish had me completely fooled.   18 inches of resident wildness.  In the 10 year's I've swung this river, I've never seen that before.  It goes to show you, there's a lot of mystery in the water. 

The joy is finding it.

So Foam Is Awesome....

It helps to make delicious skaters....

I love foam.

Swinging Stream of Consciousness

In the midst of the thousands of fruitless casts, some weird stuff pops into your head....

A swinging stream of consciousness...

"This run is so damn juicy"

"Eat your ham Tina, EAT YOUR HAM TINA YOU FAT LARD"

"Come on, come on, come on, come on!"

"It's like raiiiiiiiin on your wedding day...it's a free ride, when you've already paid, it's the good advice"

Thanks Alanis.

"Maybe it's time to change my fly"  (said every third cast)

"Shit that was a terrible cast"

(running line wraps around the reel) "please dont eat now, please dont eat now...."

"First I limp to the side like my leg was broken, shaken and twitchin like i was smokin"

"God, another crap cast"

"Was that a gill flare?.....what the hell am I talking about"

"If I was swinging an bead, I'm sure I'd be hooked up now"

"I should probably skate, I should totally skate"

"Maybe it's time for a rally beer, maybe three"

"Was that a bump"

"Faaaaaaaaaaak, I just missed that fish"

(changes to comeback fly) "EAAAAT YOUR FOOOOOOOOOD"

"What run should we go to next"

"Is it cut my life in TWO pieces, or is it cut my life INTO pieces?"

"Is it October yet"

"It's the good advice, that you just cant take....but who would have thought...it figures"

Free Bear Spray Training September 4th ...

Haaaaay Bear, Haaaaaaay BEAR!!

The gigantic crashing of the brush was no more than a hundred yards in font of us in the Aspen grove.    3 big burly men, freaked out....not sure of what it was but what it could be

We showed up in Northwest BC with bear spray on our hips each day we hit the river.  Still, when the woods were telling us something was there, I often wonder now if we would have had the training and gumption to use the bear spray we all held correctly and in time to deflect a bear charge.

Truth be told, we went on the trip and didn't pay a lot of attention on how to use the tool we took with us daily.

Maybe, the old adage an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

September 4th, Backcountry Hunters and Anglers of Washington in coordination with Defenders of Wildlife are presenting free bear spray training in Spokane.  The first 30 to sign up will get a free canister of bear spray and holster.

I'm excited to be a part of this event, see you there!

Get more info via the training's FB event page

Lastly....join us for a Pint Night at the Screaming Yak after the training!

The Flotilla Returns...

The Floatilla is back...

The 4th annual Free the Snake Flotilla returns September 7th and 8th to Chief Timothy Park just outside of Lewiston/Clarkson.

It's a celebration of what could be if we'd allow the lower Snake River return to it's former glory.

The artery of the west deserves to be reconnected.   It deserves to behave as a river

The economic sense for Little Goose, Lower Granite, Lower Monumental and Ice Harbor is hanging by a thread.  So far this year, these dams are operating at a 23 million dollar loss and counting

Over the past 20 + years rate and taxpayers have dropped hundreds of millions of dollars in salmon and steelhead mitigation costs with no real net gain.

What's the definition of insanity?

Last year over 400 people rowed to the base of Lower Granite to express their opinion to the matter.

I am a reluctant activist but I have never been so proud to have been a part of last year's 400.  Watching people from all walks of life come together united in the message.  Farmers, activists, anglers, river runners, salmon and orca advocates in unison....it was something to see.

Will you join us this year?

Register today via the Flotilla web site and join the conversation on the FB EVENT PAGE

The Teapot

When you're standing in a river waiting for  a steelhead to agree with your presentation, you notice a lot of things that just make you laugh

For the better part of 10 years, this is what I've stared at when OMR is leading us down a run

Make the cast, throw a mend, switch to the left hand and then....

The teapot stance.

Happy fishing to you all....steelhead season is upon us.

Tiers, Stay Vigilant...

Stay alert fly tiers.  Materials are all around you as long as your looking.

Case in point.  Country grocery store.  Kids toy isle.   The elusive Edgebrite for just $1.39

Oh yes, ohhhhhhh yes.

Edgebrite is like a drug to certain sea run fish.

Keep your eyes pealed,  you never know when a score is staring back at you!

Waste Not Want Not....

The doe came out of nowhere at 1pm in the afternoon.  Car full of family and dogs.  The impact happened so fast nobody had a second to react. 

Family and dog came out unscathed.  Truck was a mess, radiator hissing steam.

The hunter gatherer in me kicked right in.  

In 2016 the state of Washington developed a program allowing people to recover road kill game and while my truck was crushed, I was going to make lemons into lemonaide

All legal.

Some loss due to impact, but overall a lot of meals hung there.   Running around and trying to get the meat cool within a respectful amount of time in comparison the the 90 degree day, I was able to thankfully put the meat on ice within an hour and a half.

Salt and pepper, dusted with garlic.  Into the Traeger it goes

A busted truck, paid for in part with fresh venison....

The Real Green Decoys

Backcountry Hunters and Anglers is taking a jab and turning it into a badge of honor

Over the past couple years, dark money funded orgs and PR firms like one's headed by the scumbag lobbyist Richard Berman have tried to attack legit outdoor conservation orgs like BHA, TRCP, The Isaak Walton League and others, branding them as false fronts for radical environmental movements.

They're call to action is to brand these orgs as Green Decoys.  The gist is that they're typically right leaning in nature but with a "sinister, false agenda" that makes you think that they're all about conservation, hunting, fishing and wildlife persuits.

Ha ha, and again, ha ha.  Joke's on you Berman and Co.

BHA has now turned this on it's head and is now offering Green Decoy T Shirts

From the BHA web site:

How can you tell BHA members are making a difference? When dishonest lobbyists mount a well-funded smear campaign, “Green Decoys,” attempting to undermine us. However, we won’t be silenced, and we sure as hell won’t be intimidated into backing down. We are public lands sportsmen and women who are uniting to defend our shared lands and waters and outdoor pursuits from those who would steal them from us. Wear your shirt as a badge of honor to show our detractors that we aren’t going anywhere and we have nothing to hide.

There's nothing to hide.  The movement's intentions are true and just.  There's no false facade.  

It's about fair chase, it's about traditions, it's about preserving public lands. 

My shirt's on the way.  Hope to see you in one soon as well

Click here to order the real green decoys shirt