Night was falling, elk were dashing through the forest, and there I was admiring the moon coming in over the sharp canyons hemming me in. Then as I was slowly stripping the last bugger I had on my person, dozens of miles from the nearest shop, thousands of miles from my fly tying kit, something
Author: Joe Drake
Spring Runoff and Runabout in Arizona
It was 10 o’clock at night, and the road was getting worse. Recently finished up with a field season in SE Arizona, I was making my way back home by the way of the A-S National Forest before a 1,000+ mile straight shot across country on the 40. Someone forgot to tell 10,000 ft. that
Speak Your Mind!
Speaking of Maine (link here). This place has a special place in many of the blog authors’ hearts. And for good reason. It is a pretty spectacular place. If you have ever been there you know that it is a special place worth keeping special. As a group, we anglers, have a lot of opinions
Maine Memory
I wish I had written this post in June, directly after fishing with my good friends in the Maine woods in May. But having waited so long also presents some benefits beyond sating the procrastination goods. It distills the memories to the most meaningful moments. Well okay, sometimes it’s also just random gobblied-y-gook which rears