Fly Fish Mend

I slide open the glass door to head to the car. It’s dark, but the bright moon gives off enough […]

Over the winter of 2021 and the spring of 2022, I wrote The Mend, a story of a man named […]

The air smells different, sycamores are beginning to shed large brittle, brown leaves and the vibrant yellows of the river […]

My eyes open to the faint morning light. The sound of rain is soothing and settling, whispers hidden in the […]

As the sun sunk beyond the tree line, the daylight continued to hold on. Rising fish sporadically splashed in front […]

The foam hopper landed inches from the edge of the large boulder, momentum carried the nymph a little further and […]

My heart races as soon as I drive up to the bridge and back into the small gravel spot that […]

He was near me almost all the time. He was my alarm clock, my exercise partner, my teddy bear, and […]

My hopes began to diminish for a productive fishing morning. Each strike in the first hours resulted in a missed […]

The sound of truck traffic began to blend with the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, the rushing […]