Matt SmytheJul 13, 2012THE TARPON AND THE DAMAGE DONE6:30 a.m. skiff running wide open and silent but for the already warm racing wind sun starting its upward creep steady growing fire and...
Matt SmytheApr 24, 2012RIVER-RIGHTI pull up my chair most mornings and find no words. The sun is up. Traffic is purposefully outbound. I watch. Drink coffee. Listen...
Matt SmytheFeb 22, 2012THE REMINDERIt’s nineteen degrees and still dark. By dawn it’ll be colder. Overnight we were bombed with the season’s first real powder and it’s...
Matt SmytheFeb 7, 2012WE FISH BIG BECAUSE IT’S THEREUntil 5,500 years ago this river lived a small existence. Long before glacial melt had its way and rammed the sonofabitch clear through...