John Gierach's Trout Bum

Just reread John Gierach’s Trout Bum after enough time (almost 20 years) that it came across like the new and brilliant prose it was in the 1980s. Funny how literature does that. It lifted me straight out of a corporate-junket-induced spiritual slump and is guaranteed fuel for the belabored consciousness. If you’ve somehow missed this book, stop everything you’re doing right now and read it immediately.