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A Week Without Fishing
There were no rising fish and no pauses in the sighter. No trout were maneuvered into the net and released […]
Solitude?
Watching a fire is mesmerizing. Sitting by the campfire, watching the flames slide and dance around the logs distracted me […]
The Summer of 2020
I may never have had a summer where I learned so much. Maybe realized is a better word than learned. […]
Fly-Fishing Addiction?
The phone call had started, and the conversation was beyond the point where people politely make small talk to wait […]
The Machine
The suction sound made me chuckle as my foot sank into the soft mud. I pulled my foot up and […]
A Step Back
This is going to hurt. That was my slow-motion thought as my foot slid off the rock. I’ve fallen as […]
We Talkin’ ‘Bout Practice
I could not control my fly line, and I tried to pick up my fly to re-cast only to nearly […]
The Peanut Gallery
I had an experience this week while fishing that threw me off my focus a bit. I had it set […]
The Skunk
A return on investment, whether that investment is time, effort, money, or all of the above is often thought of […]
The View from the Stream Bank
Today I spent a little time sitting along a stream. It started as a hike, but the high temperature, my […]