Same as It Ever Was

I killed a fish today. I didn’t mean to, but it happens. (And, if you’re wondering, it’s not the fish in the picture, I’m not that morbid.) No matter how often I find myself at the river, no matter how many fish I successfully catch and...

Zen and the Art of Flyfishing

If I’m headed for the homewater, I usually approach it in one of three ways: I go with a known rig because I need a fish in the net. I go with a loved bug because I want to swing a fly rod. I experiment/screw around because boots in the water is enough. This...

Whiskey & Water

Winter had taken hold. The temps were firmly entrenched in the single digits and I didn’t check the weather anymore; I just stopped on the bridge to watch the dark blue water sneaking past the ice, a fugitive from the floes. When the mercury bottomed out at -30, the...

Free Lemons!

I spent Thanksgiving with great friends this year, and we honored their family tradition of declaring the things that we were most thankful for. While I would have normally just said something clever, I took this opportunity to really think about the year that...

We’re All Just Here to Fart Around

“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.”― Kurt Vonnegut I like to think of fly fishing as something beautiful – quiet, even. In my head, it’s all a Norman Maclean novel, but I’m learning that there are...