Dream Catcher
The ice on the bog crackled under my boots…
Fishing Buddies
My clients were two old friends. Buddies since college, they had lived in the same city for more than 30 years. From the constant stream of inside jokes and semi-raunchy stories it was clear they had shared a lot of life
Too Many Freakin’ People
What are we to do? Stand in line like we were at an amusement park and wait for a hole to open up?
Schooled
On the 90-minute drive home we talked the whole way. Fishing, college plans, girls, next hunting season, video games. We never even turned on the radio.
Fly Fishing Millennials
It has recently become clear I am dangerously close to the “Old Curmudgeon” stage of life.
First float of the season, January 1st, 2017.
It was dark when we met, and cold. Lee and Shane were already in waders, clouds of breath fogging their glasses, bundled up in layers hoping to keep the frigid temperature from seeping in.
A Guide’s Life
I get to meet interesting new people every day, float down a river I love, share my knowledge and passion of the sport with others, and see beautiful stuff like otters and sun rises and crap. But there are down sides to it as well. It’s work.
