The air smells different, sycamores are beginning to shed large brittle, brown leaves and the vibrant yellows of the river birch and reds of the maples and dogwoods are showing on the edges of the crowns. Pumpkins have overtaken our…
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Tie the Spinner on Earlier
As the sun sunk beyond the tree line, the daylight continued to hold on. Rising fish sporadically splashed in front of me. I knew the clock was ticking and that as darkness took over, it was likely that rising fish…
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Time to Head to the River
There are moments when I want to be, I almost need to be the center of attention. However, most of […]
The Power of Choice
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I was asking for it. After last week’s blog I was a little nervous to go fishing. Writing about the […]
The First Cast Curse
The sweet smell of honeysuckle filled the air as I walked along the path between the farm field and the […]
It’s Too Nice to Fish?
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My Favorite Place to Fish
The call of a kingfisher catches my attention and I turn downstream. Since I’ve learned to identify the song of […]
Always Room for Improvement
The drive to central Pennsylvania, once I get beyond the dense suburban areas around Baltimore, is incredibly relaxing. Rolling hills […]
The Next Evening Spinner Fall
My eyes are not what they used to be. In the twilight, threading the fine monofilament tippet through the minute […]
Catching the Founding Fish (Or a Close Relative)
The sun dipped below the treetops and the glare off the water surface dissipated. My cast landed just to the […]