One Last Cast

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 lead up to the trip, … Continue reading One Last Cast

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