I didn’t know what to expect. Being the middle of winter, with all the recent snow and rain the mountains received lately, ...

As part two came to an end, I had just told you about my recent 3 day early October car camping trip, fishing the high country ...

An Angel's First Fish - For The Children Of Sandy Hook School

Some years back I was traveling along a backroad ...

I was sitting having a cigar on a warm summer night listening to my IPOD and watching the stars, when an old Chris LeDoux ...

The fly rod in my hand shimmered blackly; graphite iridescence, green guide wraps, Portuguese cork grip. A gold reel seemed ...

Hear me out on this. The forecast for the third weekend in October was for perfect fall weather so I decided to head down ...

One of the apparent universals of the human condition is the desire to collect, to possess or to hoard not only things, but ideas or even just experiences. On Facebook different polls appear in waves that seek to measure “How many states you’ve visited?” “Which of these books have you read?” or “Which of these movies have you seen?” In the common vernacular, everyone has a “bucket list” to fill. I have no idea of the etymology “bucket list” but I often succumb to this temptation myself.
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Monday, July 16 was a national holiday in our country and consequently we had 3 consecutive day offs on that weekend. I had been wondering if I would go fishing in those holidays. We had heavy rain every day, which is the norm in the end of the rainy season, meaning that rivers might be too high to fish. Also, I was tired. My father fell ill and he has been in hospital since last November. My mother died 10 years ago and he lives alone. I go to the hospital and see him every two weeks, alternately with my younger brother so that either my brother or I see my father every weekend. There are things that have to be done for him, but it is especially hard for me to see my old man, who taught me the joy of fishing, who looked so mighty and powerful that it seemed as if nothing could beat him when I was a kid, deteriorating physically and mentally. I was also busy with work. So, I was tired, but the urges for fishing, the thought of me standing in a cool mountain stream where iwana dwell, finally overcame my laziness. ...

Being born and raised in Arizona there is always one thing I can count on, 100+ degree summers. What happens in Arizona ...

I had gone beyond the narrow water. I worked my way around the alder thickets and fished from pool to pool until I reached ...