A Creek of One’s Own

When I was about 12 years old, my best friend's dad bought a house on the opposite end of the island we were living on at the time. When I asked him why his dad had bought the place--they already had three places that I knew about--he told me that the creek that ran through … Continue reading A Creek of One’s Own

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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

Teaching An Old Dog New Tricks – Fly Fishing With My Dad

Fall is in full swing here. The nice weather is happening less often; the poplars have started turning, adding nice golden yellow patches to the hillsides and we've seen frost on more than one occasion. As part of the usual fall celebrations, we had ourThanksgiving last week here in Canada. Since my wife works weekends, it … Continue reading Teaching An Old Dog New Tricks – Fly Fishing With My Dad