Old School

I floated the Au Sable’s big water in late June with my friend David McMillan, where we hoped to find big trout eating big flies in big darkness. Our guide was in his early thirties, and—like most on the river that night—he frantically exchanged text messages with the other guides. 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…