There are three good reasons not to read this particular blog entry. First, you may be like me and try to avoid stories about people’s bouts with cancer. I can’t say I blame you. Second, when I mention how my faith has helped me through it, you may feel like religious experiences don’t belong in
Author: Bill Hager
Bend of Brothers
This past Thursday I arranged a fly fishing trip for five of my colleagues who are leaders in the organization for which we work. This is the eighth year in a row we have had our “fishing extravaganza” where we see if we can put a few good bends in our rods. For the most
Ode to Pocket Water
Pocket water, how I love you, let me count the ways, You’ve saved my net from uselessness on, oh, so many days. Your lovely seams, rocks, and cuts do constantly provide Many sublime places for trout to lurk and hide. Your bold boulders break the roiling river’s rage As brookies rest from currents and their
Heart Revelations
Many times, fly fishing reveals what my heart is like. Mostly, it’s not a pretty sight. When I say my heart, I mean the part of me that’s the real me, what’s at the core of my being from which the joys and sorrows and everything in between emanates. It’s the true me, without all