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Is it Time Yet?
I’d always wondered what woodland flowers had to do with morels and fishing. I’d also marveled about how robins knew when to return north or questioned why certain mayfly imitations…
Thinking and Writing in ¾ Time: A Few Thoughts on Jimmy Buffett
There are many surprising things about getting older. As I sit on the cusp of my late thirties, staring at that blinking cultural landmark a few years down the road,…
The Holy Waters, the Bra Tree, and The Unexpected: A Study in Contrasts; Or, Gone Fishin’ (Again)
And then comes the last kayak, plenty buoyant, and in it a beauty contestant in minimal black swimwear.
Gone Fishing (1)
I called him by the name I thought he deserved to be called by.
Flipping the Woolly Bugger
Finding myself 2000 miles from Montana but with a couple of boys who want to go fishing, we ventured into the brown waters of the Shenandoah River. This is, according…
Against Vacation
The vacation, far from being a treatment for a serious illness, is instead a symptom of it.
Norman Maclean and the Question of Craft
"Fear and pity are made out of grammar,” he writes, and in this most particular grammatical unit he finds the fabric of tragedy itself.
A River Runs Through Me
Do you ever long for the place of your childhood? Does it still exist?