How to Slay Your Dragon

Tom wasn’t a Native American. He was a fisherman. A fly fisherman. He’d been born to the children of immigrants...

Shakespeare died at age 52. From that point on he wrote not one new play, at least none has been discovered. St. Joan...

The other evening, I turned off the television, picked up a fly rod and got into an elevator. Thirty seconds and 1...

For 30 years now, I've looked forward to Salmonfly Madness on Oregon's Deschutes River. But I dreaded it this year. I...

A series of snorts, grunts, and whistles emanate from behind a bedroom door that is set along the far wall of the large...

William Porter stared out the window as the Greyhound rumbled over the stone bridge that spanned the Big Moose River...

Charlie O’Dowd was in mid swing when the silver Lexus pulled in behind his truck. His legs flexed as the maul sliced...