The first time I fished the Hexagenia hatch, we left for the river when the day was already waning. And then, we were in no rush to get there. We went up and down the river to a couple different access points and then ended up at an acquaintance’s house on a bluff. He gave [...]
I left the house as the world awoke, the sun coming up about as early as it ever comes up, birds singing the day awake, dew drenched grass, the very soil breathing deep sustaining breaths.
Three-quarters of an hour’s drive later, I was on roads that wound through gullied country, past small farm plots, rolling pastures, [...]
A week or so ago, Fisherman and I traveled to northern Wisconsin to make a go at the Steelhead on a famous Lake Superior tributary. It was my first time and — though I landed but one 8″ smolt — worth the trip if only for the majesty of the river and the opportunity to [...]
A hot month passes and it seems I spend the whole time working and coming home from work and working around the house. Getting it ready. Paying for previous procrastination. And then a particular Saturday comes and goes and dozens of people visit our new home and talk and laugh and eat and drink and [...]
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need is here.
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven,
but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear.
What we need is here.
~ Wendell Berry
Congratulations again to B (Sleepy) [...]
I found myself standing in the middle of a very cold river again today. I put my fly rod together, strung it up, tied on a buggy little nymph, put some weight and a strike indicator on and flung the whole deceiving contraption out into the current. Then, I intently watched the bright indicator flow [...]
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