The Water Calls – fishing and advevnture stories from Douglas Paton
“Catch anything?” I called out to the guy fishing down the creek behind me. I’d popped over to one of my usual spots to kill a bit of time while the turkey was cooking. I knew I’d see someone on the creek today, but hadn’t expected to find someone perched precariously on a log overhanging […]
“Having any luck?” the man asked. “I’ve managed to get into some trout,” I replied. “How about yourself, any luck?” “A few fly poops,” he said. “Nothing much more than that.” I had been watching the man sift through the dirt at the side of the river for a while now. I’d been chasing a […]
George Graw and I started fishing together about two months after his death. Although neither of us knew it at the time, George and I met towards the end of his life. We met through our local fly fishing club and got to know each other better once I joined the club’s executive. At the […]
Sometime around the time the shooting started, I realized I lost my net. Everything happened so fast and my only thoughts were around trying to avoid getting shot, not picking up all my gear. As intense as that was in the moment, it passed quickly. A few blasts from my air horn announced my presence […]
Sometime around my last post, things got busy. I was getting more writing work than ever, and it was great. But, it meant that the time and energy I had to spend on writing for the blog dipped, which wasn’t so great. Time passed. I wrote… …and wrote… …and wrote… Don’t get me wrong. I’m […]