here’s no reason to sugarcoat it: This month stinks for most sportsmen. Big-game hunting seasons are on hiatus. Fish have lockjaw in deep holes, conserving their precious energy for the warmth and mayfly hatches of April. But the reward for those hardy souls who venture out in the vastness of the West this month are empty streams, truckless trailheads, and fish and mammals that have relaxed their prodigious defenses and can be as surprised to see you in their habitats as you are to catch them
