One very cool thing about this blog is the fact that my kids, when they’re old enough to appreciate it, will have a pretty exhaustive...

Stan had pulled up a sunny patch of shoreline at the base of a massive ponderosa pine, fly rod laid on the ground next to him. Blue jeans...

Wednesday afternoon Josh and I decided to drive to Sisters and scout the Metolius. Our original plan was to fish the Crooked, but reports...

After the first night in the yurt, I was up at 6:30. I slept well, but Josh had been up around 1 or so trying to pre-empt a migrane. The...

Home a couple days now. First day back to work under my belt. Kids are all tucked in and sleeping. I’m finally able to get my notebook...

I’m not counting the days…I’m just close enough that I can say “three” without looking at my fingers. I just packed and shipped a big box...

Another from the thesis. I spend a total of two months in the Delta doing research for a book about the Delta Blues. One day I had a...

I’m going to Oregon and I’m going fishing. I’m leaving work for a full week in one big hurry. I’ve booked my flight. Fly rods, reels,...

There are few things in my life that I regret. That’s not to say there aren’t choices I’ve made that I would probably not make again if...

mornings like this remind me that there is more the world goes on and on forever around the next bend the next draw or downed tree it’s...

I love to fish. Early mornings. Late afternoon to dusk. Lake, stream, pond, puddle…I fish for whatever’s swimming. And there are days...

You have no idea how much I toiled over deciding what to write for my first-ever blog post. In the end, I decided not to. To break the...