Leaves bear the colors of death and resurrection. Promising to returnbefore the waxwings, before the last snow, but after the first tick. Always after the first tick. They float on the river, sinking soon into the world where nymphs find life. Life with no beginning,no end. Just a circle like Read more…
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?That depends a good deal on where you want to get to, said the Cat. —Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Last night, the guys at the campfire told me the tricos weren’t hatching. I might find some Read more…
Every time I’ve considered cancelling this trip, Roxanne has talked me out of it. She reminds me about bookings with guides, commitments to friends, and the ticket our son Daniel bought to fly from San Francisco to Bozeman for a few days while I’m there. She tells me that we Read more…
It’s finally the day that I depart for Montana, and I’ve packed the truck with all the supplies I’ll need to eat, sleep and fish for the next three weeks. Enough stuff, actually, to stay twice as long if I’d like. Although I planned to leave around 8 am, it’s Read more…
With direct access from the parking lot to your room, I know that Gates Au Sable Lodge in Grayling, Michigan looks more like a motel—or motor lodge—than the type of lodge Roxanne would have in mind. Still, I told her we would stay in a lodge if she came along on Read more…
How do you see a place like Montana? A place that is roughly 550 miles across at its widest, and—in total—occupies more of the planet’s surface than Japan. A place with magnificent rivers that push through gorges, ravines, canyons and valleys to funnel the snowmelt from roughly 100 named mountain Read more…
I thank the trout. Rainbows for oceans, great lakes; emotions, fierce takes; return to small streams. Yearn and fall dreams. Browns for the depths and the darkness; the steps that bring sharpness; attention and caution. Apprehension forgotten. Brooks for innocence and grace; forgiveness, mistakes; the sharpness of small. The largeness Read more…
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…
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…
When I was a kid, none of the older people were afraid of the dark, or at least that’s what it looked like to me. “Don’t be afraid of the dark,” they’d tell me, as if it was something I could just do. Washing my hands before eating, putting my Read more…
Seize the day, put very little trust in tomorrow. Horace “If you have a day or several free and want to fly over to Beaver Island for carp/smallmouth/pike, please let me know. I had someone bow out at the last minute and I’m having some issues finding someone to take Read more…
“Chad told me you are a fly fisherman. One of my favorite songs is about fly fishing and the camaraderie that people find outdoors.” My friend Chad had just introduced me to Chris Buhalis at the Green River Schoolhouse Hootenanny, and shortly after Chris said that, he picked up his Read more…