Make the Best of it.

In my book, The Dying Fish, I wandered through pristine and nearly pristine habitat about as far as you can get from roads and homes in the east, generally well off the beaten track. It was where I needed to go to discuss what was best for brook trout but few of us get to […]

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Pennsylvania As Brook Trout Park

Pennsylvania is full of wild brook trout and it’s getting better all the time. Pennsylvania became one of the most unexpectedly pleasant states to wander through during my long hikes, as recounted in The Dying Fish. Originally, the tall virgin forests of the mid-Atlantic favored brook trout. They provided ample shade almost everywhere, keeping the […]

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A Free and Wild Place

Anyone who reads “The Dying Fish” blog probably realizes that I value free and wild places. And I spent time in one just yesterday, a tract of state forest that few people know about situated on the Pennsylvania/West Virginia border. And, by the way, anyone new to my blog may wonder why it’s called “The […]

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About Exotics

One of the first things you’d learn about, if you ever yearned to become a fish ecologist, is the danger posed by non-native species. And the most simple formulation of the prevailing theory on this runs something like this: Don’t introduce a new fish (we’ll stick with fish here for simplicity) to an ecosystem in […]

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The Breadth of the Wild Woods

In 2009, I hiked across Pennsylvania as a part of the Eastern Brook Trout Solo Adventure, a tale that became “The Dying Fish,” my book on the resurgent eastern forest and all the fish who swim there. My findings in Pennsylvania, as with almost everywhere else, were findings of organic renewal on a grand scale; […]

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Back to the Wild

I haven’t come close to spending months alone in the wild since the years written about in The Dying Fish but I manage to sneak in a few days and nights even while chained to Pittsburgh. The woodlands immediately east of the Allegheny Reservoir on the NY border have been intriguing to me for years […]

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