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Tiny Fish and Gentle Giants
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by Steven T. Callan, SEPTEMBER 9, 2017

Monterey Bay

My wife, Kathy, and I are in Pacific Grove this week. While we’re here, I’d like to share one of my favorite outdoor columns, about a once-in-a-lifetime wildlife encounter we had here in September 2015. This piece was originally posted as my October 12, 2015 “On Patrol” column in My Outdoor Buddy. It was early September when Kathy and I arrived...
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Revisiting the Eastern Sierra
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by Steven T. Callan, JULY 7, 2017



My first opportunity to visit California’s magnificent Eastern Sierra came in late April 1975, while I was a young Fish and Game warden stationed on the Colorado River. During the next three and a half years, I was sent to the Eastern Sierra six more times. My assignments included working the opening weekend of trout season at Crowley Lake, the...
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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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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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