Why would anyone fly fish?
June 13, 2014
I sit back on a rock, stretch my aching back, watch the snowy glacier feed the crystalline lake at 11,500 feet and wonder why I do this. I’m sore from standing for hours, tired from hiking an hour to get here, thirsty because I didn’t bring enough water, and the fish aren’t biting. It’s enough […]
I Fly Fish for My Heart
November 10, 2011
My brain tells me it’s too cold right now to brave blizzards, to stand in a freezing river flinging feather and fur to catch a wriggling piece of cold-blooded muscle. But my heart aches to hear the river rush and the hawk scream, smell the moss mixed with fallen leaves, to see a wild brown […]