Old School

In late June I floated the big water of the Au Sable with my friend David McMillan, where we hoped, of course, to find big trout eating big flies in the big darkness. Our guide was in his early thirties, and—like most of the guides on the river that night—he Read more…

Chasing Geese

Scene I: The Proposition “I know a guy,” my friend Doug whispered, and—although I should have sprinted for the nearest exit—I stayed until he finished his proposition. Following a friend’s “I know a guy” advice usually involves some sort of felony, but Doug had no reason to believe I wanted Read more…