fly fishing tagged posts

We’ve heard of plenty of great programs to get our veterans outdoors to help them cope with trauma (such as Project Healing Waters and Hunters Helping Soldiers). We came across an article in the San Francisco Gate a while back about an event  specifically for female veterans.

The Veterans First Fly Fishing Federation isn’t only for women, but it comes as no surprise that we love anything that encourages women to try a new outdoor hobby – and find the calming force of the outdoors.

Check out the whole article.

In the spirit of the holidays, we’re counting down our top four guest posts until Christmas! These posts were the most viewed and shared this year and totally worth another look. In second place we have the McGregor sisters’ post – enjoy! And congrats Christie and Merrill!!

We’ve often been referred to as “the Sisters McGregor”. We work in the same professional field, share the same friends and are both avid outdoorswomen. Although we’re 10 years apart, we both have distinct memories of fishing off our grandparents dock in Charleston, camping with our parents and siblings in KY and WI, or hiking with friends across the southeast. 

We’re also pretty inseparable – living together off and on for over 10 years –or at least we were until Christie, the older/wiser one, decided to up...

Simona Balint

Catchy title, right?

I found this article in Women’s Adventure Magazine under the same title. Neither of the CITNB founders have had kids yet, but I can safely say we are both the type of women who hear “you can’t” and don’t have time to respond because we’re already doing. So with curiosity, I read the article with tips such as Don’t say:

• Sell you [equipment] now because you’re never going to see it again!
• You look like you’re going to pop!
• I’ve lost my [activity] buddy!

These seemed like good examples but I have to imagine there are much more. So tell us. Adventuresome women, what should you not say to a pregnant lady?

What’s your favorite fall fish? Leave us a comment!

Infographic via Take Me Fishing

The nurse handed over my first-born wrapped in a tiny pink blanket. Transfixed by the onslaught of emotion, I gazed into her angelic face while wondering what in the hell I was going to do. Thirteen months later, this same scene repeated itself.

Bailee Butler and her daddy, Brandon, proudly pose for a photo with her first turkey.

A Midwesterner by birth, my only goal upon college graduation was moving to Montana to become a mountain man. I moved to Montana, but instead of being swept downriver by a rushing current, I was swept off my feet by a woman. We married and had two daughters before I ever arrowed an elk.

Football, fishing and hunting, these are the things I understand. I was supposed to have sons...