Intuitive thoughts and tall tales from the field. Fishing, Hunting, and the Great Outdoors.
"Eventually the spring comes and, some time after the worst of the runoff, the elaborate and plague-like hatches of the West’s water bottoms become remarkably apparent. Incomplete and complete metamorphosis characterized insects live out their lifecycle before your eyes: from egg, to nymph or larva & pupa, to adulthood and, the ones that don’t get slurped up by the wild & spotted creatures of the riffle then fly off to spawn the next generation."
"Usually, when I pull down the drive on my way home, I can see Roger and his does digging through the snow to feed on the meadow grass below. They lift their heads and watch me as I carry my tired body towards the porch. Consequently, Roger always walks out to the path to meet me. He watches me as I walk by, surveying my behavior. In my mind, he's just another head-of-household, keeping situationally aware and looking out for his tribe."
"My anecdotal experiences have changed my perception a bit, however. I don’t aim to challenge the assertions of Emerson in this poem. More so, I aim to celebrate them. The man was wise and his words have guided me through both darkness and light. If I could, I would thank him. Because I cannot, I will simply write this:"  Â
Authentically Wild Out West 