Night Moves

In bluff country one stumbles on isolated taverns sitting there for no good reason. These are typically at the...

It’s hard not to smile as I tramp through a meadow sprinkled with dandelions and buttercups. Upon my approach, a pair...

One day I up and moved to the Midwest’s Driftless Region, which is blue ribbon trout country. I’m not bragging. And...

Having planted my peas in soil still moist from a late-season snowstorm, I walk our property, stopping to clean out a...

I went fishing last spring with no intention of catching fish. I just wanted to see Gilbert Creek. Immense spring...

I suppose it’s a matter of time. Time for Trish to pack away the winter decorations, time for her to clean the...

I have friends planning a two-week fly fishing trip to Alaska. This is a dream destination, of course. A sort of...

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