Category: writing

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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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…

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…


