How to Slay Your Dragon

I’m riding shotgun in a Toyota Four Runner outside Ovando, Montana, blazing across the sere yellow valley below...

While July may be a month for tall glasses of lemonade and August a time for corn on the cob, melted butter dripping...

In 2002, I waded into a bubble line near the Sulphur Cauldron section of the Yellowstone River in Yellowstone National...

There was grass to mow and weeds to pick, tools to be polished and a shed that needed to be cleaned. Then there was a...

I haven’t seen a fish in Bonnie Brook for nearly three weeks. They’re there, these wild trout, retreating to their...

It’s been a tough few months—a virus we can’t seem to control, economic worries, social unrest across the...

On my third cast of the morning, I hear the tell-tale clunk of the fly hitting the rod. I figure no big deal. Just a...

I’m hiking down a path, one that winds along the edge of a field choked with brambles and wild cherry trees. Beside...