A Fish 12 Months in the Catching

About five kilometers north of where you’re staying, you’ll see a large rock that looks like a house. People have painted a door and a window on it. There’s even a satellite dish. Stop there. Fish downriver. Don’t go upriver. The water is only three inches deep for a mile. Ask me how I know… … Continue reading A Fish 12 Months in the Catching

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Summer of Small Streams

It's been a strange summer here. One of those summers where plans were put in place, routes were mapped out and then everything changed. This happened to me a few times this summer, first when a new boat wandered into my life, then when I signed up for a course for my professional life and … Continue reading Summer of Small Streams

Stolen Moments (or never send an angler to cover an event next to a river)

I've started writing more for my local paper, lately. It's a fun way for me to get out and do a little bit of writing that is relatively easy and enjoyable. As part of my new beat, I was sent out to cover a local festival. As it happened, the festival was located next to … Continue reading Stolen Moments (or never send an angler to cover an event next to a river)