It’s very hard to explain Maine, how big, wild, and rugged it all is. It’s hard to explain how clean the air smells, how one’s lungs open up to absorb all of its goodness. And, it’s hard to explain how such a trip affected me, how both intimidated and touched I was by the scenery,
Small-Stream Spring Serenades
I blinked, and just like that, it was spring. This year’s transition between the extended (and prolonged and horrid and muddy) winter and what we are currently experiencing seemed to have truly skipped spring and launched us into early summer. That is not a complaint per se, just a bit confused where spring went this
Fly Fishing, Chemo, and Me
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
That ‘Bow
When my friend Steve Mirin, aka “Doc,” pinged me to see if I’d be up for a float with Chris Jackson, the answer was a strong and quick “yes.” Chris could only do a half-day with us, which freed Doc to visit family en route to Western Massachusetts and let me target some picky fish