Like the imperfect sentence that almost conveys an elusive bit of truth, this particular run can’t be left alone. Something rare and universal is lingering there, just beyond the periphery, so you turn to it again, and again, and again, finding it just gone each time… maddening.
Pristine mountain lakes, streams flowing through meadows full of wildflowers, places where you see no sign of human activity, only rising trout. These are the places we dream about, and if we are lucky, get to go. But lately the underbelly of less heralded waters has garnered my attention. At first I thought it was just one of my, Read More
Waters we know often bring more fish to the net. Time spent is rewarded in that way… and others. But new water offers an unparalleled sense of excitement. A recent road trip allowed me to sample some previously unfamiliar rivers in several states, and gave me a fresh taste of that old adventurous feeling. Each river, I was reminded,, Read More
The river is a master storyteller. It gives cold weight to the tug at your calves, voice to the broad, gentle riffle, tang to the shower freshened air, and mystery to the sliding greens and blues of the long, glassy channel. Before the subject of its narrative is introduced – a tiny yellow puff, Read More
Lately the underbelly of less heralded waters has garnered my attention.
After years of talk we finally pulled the trigger and got a boat. We had debated the merits of a raft vs. drift boat, new vs. used, and mostly how the heck we could pay for either. In the end a used drift boat with a price we couldn’t resist fell into our lap., Read More