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First Days

Having planted my peas in soil still moist from a...

Surviving the Storm

I went fishing last spring with no intention of catching...

A Matter of Time

I suppose it’s a matter of time. Time for Trish to pack...

Home Creek

I have friends planning a two-week fly fishing trip to...

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An Angler's Lament

I admit it. For me, it’s been about the fish, in particular, brook trout, the native char of western Maine’s...

Morning Chores

It’s still dark as I dress, the sun reticent to rise on such a cold, gray morning. Trudging down the stairs and into...

A Great Big Failure

John Gierach once wrote that you forget your troubles while on a trout stream because you “begin to see where your...

Winter Trout: The Cold Truth

On the first of January winter fly fishing opens in Minnesota. I broke out the waders and retrieved fly rods, carefully...

Camouflage: The Art and Importance of Disappearing

The other day I sat on my porch cleaning fly line. There is not enough time to do these things. If the day is sunny...

There and Back Again

As a young man, I read Hemingway and Steinbeck, Harrison, and McGuane. Along the way, the fly-fishing raconteur...

The Way of the Fly

One of the pleasures of fishing with a fly is the knowledge that those of us who spend our time wading through streams...

Training Day

For some reason people think I catch fish. A fly rod is always in my pickup. I wear fisherman’s polarized glasses...