You Know… If You’re Into That Sorta Thing
It’s finally Spring and the Green River is an absolute bumper crop of Mountain Whitefish right now. You know.. If you’re into that sorta thing. Now, now, hold on. I’m not judging you. I’m an ally. Personally, I feel that what a fella likes to do in the privacy of his river bend is his…
…And Tigers, oh my!
A happy coincidence. A water body so rich in habitat and so successful in the propagation of a healthy aquaculture that competition soon became the concern of the managing agency. Their solution was to introduce the mighty hybrid made of one part: the voracious Brook Trout and, the other part from the aggressively pugnacious Brown…
A Veteran Presence
It didn’t seem right. It felt almost sacrilegious; breaking the peaceful and perfect, pellucid, glass surface of the lake in the early morning, dim glow. In my mind I pictured the huge and varying array of colorful Nachtmann crystal tumblers and carafes my mother cherished and kept in a glass display in the dining room…
Fish More, My Friends
I won’t exhaust my affinity for winter fishing, in this lifetime, to say the least. The bitter cold serves as an obstacle that must be overcome before the reward can be realized, as your wade begins in knee high snow just a few yards from the pickup. Then, when you finally make it to the…
Russian Fall
I bet the trail is littered with golden yellow and fiery orange diamond shaped leaves and the last of the Birch trees that are holding onto their color are standing taller than the pines. I bet the access ladders have been pulled in and, the bears have moved south into the course rock cliffs above…
It’s Yours
You see that, Son? The electric blue sky and the mountains, who’s pines reach up to tickle the belly of the fluffy, white clouds with the hope that they’ll squeeze out some rain if they giggle hard enough as they pass over. The monolithic rock formations and the alpine lakes which, fill to their brim…
To Have Succeeded
Behind every word I write is a propellant. I was introduced to the poet who pioneered and led the transcendentalist movement of the 19th century when I was in 4th grade. My family had only recently relocated to the rural outcroppings of south central Alaskan city life when, in an effort to calm some of…
Heaven
How it will happen is speculative. Maybe I’ll finally be humbled by the VID19 and learn the hard way that all the cowards were justified in their calls for total authoritarian control. Maybe it’ll be the motorcycle I’ve promised my wife a thousand times I won’t buy or, maybe I haven’t really learned my lesson…
The Bear
With only a single weekend left to hunt together before school started, a young father and his aspiring son walked the same path that three generations before them had walked in pursuit of the same game. The boy wasn’t yet old enough to legally hunt so, he followed in his fathers footsteps, admiring the lever…
A Man’s Promise
When I drifted off I hadn’t the slightest clue I was dreaming. I was banging my knuckles against your mother’s jeep in the driveway and you ventured out from the garage with a cold beer in hand. When I noticed you, I eyed the silver can then, the sheepish grin on your face. After a…
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