by Mark Steele, Caribou County Sun
Somebody asked me to describe my politics the other day. I responded that I was cynically independent. I’m the guy in the room who doesn’t view a glass of water as being half full or half empty. But rather, I want to know who the hell drank my water.
So it was with such skepticism that I signed up for a tour last week with the Upper Blackfoot Confluence. It seemed more like a place to go fishing rather than the name of a group composed of local industry and conservationists to push the ball down the court on behalf of fish issues along the Upper Blackfoot River.