Not just for the birds
About 24 years ago I caught a few steelhead on the 6-weight fly rod my brother had made me years before. He was fishing with me, showing me what to do, wading in shallow, clear water of the Columbia River near Richland, Washington. Seams. Green Butt Skunks. The fish were incredibly big and strong. The …
Chukar spaces It's rare in life to be embraced warmly by the unexpected, or at least in my life it's been rare. Now that we're "old people," I think I'm more attuned to the expectation that things shouldn't change very dramatically, but this seems dramatic somehow. It's not so much that I'm thrilled my wife …