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The only redeeming quality of August in south Georgia is the boiled peanuts whereas Yellowstone cutthroat trout are one of God’s gifts. Thus every year, in search of a reprieve...
Transport takes on different meanings in the far-flung corners of the world. The morning air is sticky, clinging to my skin as I wind my way through the commercial aviation...
Campo Rene sits adjacent to a red-headed heron rookery. The adult birds come and go all day, joined by ibis, and various shorebirds, egrets, pelicans, and terns. Huge tidal swings...
 My oldest son is thirteen and already has a beautiful roll-cast, a thing he did not learn from me. It is early morning, and we are fishing the swift...
The downrigger cable hums an ascending scale as the boat increases speed to a steady three miles per hour. There isn’t enough wind to roll the water, but the occasional...
Not long ago, I read a book in which the author revealed that he was 24 years old before he had ever been fishing. I couldn’t fathom what I had...
Three Days of Fishing Fun on the Gulf Coast This is a fishing story, I promise. But I must first begin with the vibe at Gulf Shores State Park. The...
The temperature is high, the bug count is high and spirits are running even higher. I hear hollers up and down the canyon and I know our timing is prefect....
 Temperaments of Springdigress in morning’s dew.Weighted heart of mantrudges through the fray. Nakedness of season loomsIn brittle Hawthorn branches.His pocket of water dottedin kaleidoscopes of blue. He wades forth...
It took a few years for my wife to come to terms with my lack of eye contact. It used to bug her. But now, when we go to a...
Friends Old, New, and Soon to Be, As I’ve told you before, I grew up roaming a 600-acre farm in North Georgia. If I wanted to hunt, I walked out...
I read when I hunt. In my youth, I read novels while I sat in a wooden box stand waiting for a whitetail to come along. Back then, each presented...
Early in our marriage, before kids, I ventured to a Potomac River tributary to hone my fledgling fly fishing skills while my wife trained for marathons on the Mt. Vernon...