Category: writing

  • Following the threads

    Following the threads

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    I don’t remember exactly where the phrase first came up for me this year, the idea of following the thread. Likely in a random social post over on LinkedIn where I need to sound a weird mix of profound and professional. Even more likely is that I was talking about…

  • A momentary flash of brilliance

    A momentary flash of brilliance

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    Early September is a fun time to be on the water. The heat of the summer has died down, but it’s still warm enough to wet wade and fish dries.  I’m at one of my favourite stretches of water and the fishing is great, as good as it gets, really.…

  • Hoot owl blues

    Hoot owl blues

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    I’d been here before. This exact same pool, the exact same fish, and the exact same feeling – “Just let me catch this fish before I call it a day… please?”. The difference was that the last time, I stopped fishing because it was time to call it a day.…

  • Looking for trout on Turkey Day

    Looking for trout on Turkey Day

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    “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…

  • The same river twice

    The same river twice

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    “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…

  • The posthumous adventures of George Graw, fly fisher

    The posthumous adventures of George Graw, fly fisher

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    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…

  • My side of the mountain

    My side of the mountain

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    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…

  • 800,000 words later…

    800,000 words later…

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    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……

  • One Last Cast

    One Last Cast

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    A few years ago, a friend and I got together for what would become the first of many fishing trips together. We did some research, found a place to stay and booked our trip. Both of us were pretty excited about the trip and in the moths and weeks that…

  • The Road Block

    The Road Block

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    Exploring, and the activities that go along with it like fishing, is a funny thing. You can plan and plan and plan out your trek to the Nth degree, cover every square inch of the area you’re in with your map book, Google Maps and prior knowledge and still not…