Matt SmytheJun 15, 2011SLIDE GUITARShe asks Tell me, sad eyes What would it take to get a dance? I don’t answer My silence doesn’t register as an answer She asks again I...
Matt SmytheJun 13, 2011FOREWe don’t golf on no steenking golf course. We’re too busy catching bass and laughing at your drives.
Matt SmytheJun 2, 2011THREE DAYS & THIRTY NINE YEARSThis past Memorial Day weekend, I spent a few days camping in the Adirondacks with some new friends and fishing for native brook trout....
Matt SmytheMay 19, 2011PISS & MOAN12 bass. 2 hours. The wall of brambles guarding the 1/2-acre farm pond ate my lunch. But that’s how it goes when you play the game. And...
Matt SmytheMay 18, 2011WEEKEND SORTIESThe school bus comes every weekday morning at twelve after eight. It stops out front of the house, pausing traffic in both directions for...
Matt SmytheMay 9, 2011JAILBIRDBy quarter-to-six the decoys looked perfect in the field out front of the blind, a coyote had drifted across the field like a sneaky...
Matt SmytheApr 19, 2011MAY ONE. DAY ONE.Less than a couple weeks. That’s what I’ve got left of the day job. That’s all that’s left of the twice daily auto-pilot-and-iPod-mix of...
Matt SmytheApr 12, 2011IN PRAISE OF SMELTSmelt are the great equalizer. It doesn’t rightly matter if you’re rich or redneck or a combination of the two, when they’re running,...
Matt SmytheMar 29, 2011MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF SOMETHINGIn this story, I catch no fish. Let’s just get that out of the way. It’s not like I’m giving away the ending or anything. Actually,...
Matt SmytheMar 22, 2011WE’RE VIKINGS, SUCKAWe dig Spring. As a matter of fact this year we did a whole bunch of celebrating and out-of-door reveling the day before Spring arrived...