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Stakeout at Battle Creek
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by Steven T. Callan, JUNE 16, 2017



This is an excerpt from “Stakeout at Battle Creek,” a chapter in my recently released sequel, The Game Warden’s Son. I’m sometimes asked if I had any favorite places to work during my twenty-one years supervising the warden force in western Shasta County. Lower Battle Creek immediately comes to mind—from the mouth, where Battle Creek flows into the Sacramento River, to...
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America’s National Parks Need Our Help Now More Than Ever
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by Steven T. Callan, MAY 12, 2017



I’ve always believed that our national parks and our national monuments were as secure as Yosemite’s Half Dome: solid as a rock, inviolate, and well-protected from those who would try to diminish or exploit them. Sadly, that’s not the case. In May of 2014, I wrote an article titled “America Needs Parks Now More Than Ever.” At the time, there was...
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Tiny Fish and Gentle Giants
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by Steven T. Callan, MAY 6, 2017

Monterey Bay

It was early September when Kathy and I arrived in Pacific Grove to find the whole town buzzing with excitement. Something strange was going on, the likes of which no one had ever seen. Water temperatures in Monterey Bay were reportedly five degrees warmer than normal for this time of year. Baitfish numbers were off the charts, and wherever anchovies,...
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Crowley Trout Opener
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by Steven T. Callan, JANUARY 30, 2017



The last weekend in April marked the opening of trout season in California’s Eastern Sierra Mountains. This annual spectacle rivals the Mardi Gras in New Orleans or spring break in Palm Beach. Highway 395 out of the Los Angeles basin was jammed with a steady stream of cars, trucks, motor homes, and trailers, all the way to Bridgeport. Every motel in Lone Pine,...
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The Road Hunter
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by Steven T. Callan, JANUARY 6, 2017



“That’s strange,” said Berg, pulling to a stop and reaching for his binoculars. “What’s that fancy new car doing out here in the middle of all these rice fields?” It was mid-morning in early August 1954, and the enthusiastic young rookie warden was patrolling for pheasant poachers near the Northern California farming community of Biggs. Born in 1925, Berg had enlisted...
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Game Wardens and Ghost Towns
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by Steven T. Callan, DECEMBER 1, 2016



Out of beer and three sheets to the wind, the three deer poachers turned west on Newville Road and headed northeast toward Paskenta. Rounding the first bend, they passed the ghost town of Newville. Newville had thrived from the early 1850s until 1929, when all but a few buildings burned to the ground. During its heyday, the little pioneer town boasted...
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