It is no secret that some anglers fished Willow Beach specifically to catch stocked rainbows, and others fished for the large striped bass that prowled those waters in search of the same trout.
On Dec. 28, outgoing President Barack Obama brought to a sudden end the ongoing argument about the future of a remote piece of Nevada real estate known as Gold Butte.
I have visited with many anglers about the sport of ice fishing and learned there tends to be two camps: those who have given it a try and those who won’t.
Word is that Cody Meyer, a pro bass angler from California, recently reeled in a rather rotund spotted bass that needs only an official designation to assume its place as the world record.
The Migration Map documents the southward migration of waterfowl across the United States, coast to coast. But it is more than a map.
At first, California fisherman Joe Bellomo thought he had hooked a striped bass, but the fish turned out to be something he never expected to catch in Lake Mead. It was a walleye.
Our plan was to hunt the benches of Mount Grafton, where open ridges meet the base of its steep slopes. It was here that Don had seen bulls while hunting elk with another friend during the 2015 elk season.
For my youngest daughter, Calli, Thanksgiving is the time for watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. For others, it’s about football, basketball or both. Personally, I prefer spending the pre-feast hours doing something outside.
One of Nevada’s overlooked treasures is the open space that in many places stretches from one horizon to the other, most of which still belongs to the American people.
There was a covey of chukars moving back and forth from the nearby brush to the guzzler. We couldn’t believe it. We had been through that basin early that morning and hadn’t seen or heard a thing.