This gallery contains 14 photos.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here is a seven-thousand word essay. And they lived happily ever after. The End
By and by, time went along, and I found that practicing casting the fly rod did make casting easier. I was better than when Jim first taught me, though I knew that I needed more improvement. So, I was always … Continue reading →
I am not entirely sure how, “memoirs”, are supposed to be written. I want this project to be more fun than work, so I will be typing the stories as they come to mind. That being said. The next thing, … Continue reading →
If I say that it started with the shared love of a young woman, it would be true, though slightly misleading. It is more accurate to say that it occurred one breezy spring day, in 1996, when my wife and … Continue reading →
“Hey Mister?” A young man called to me the other day. ”If you could have three super powers, what would they be?” “WOW!” I thought to myself. I haven’t thought about my super powers in decades. It was unbelievable how … Continue reading →
This cobblestone road had the good fortune of being under one of the best trout streams in the state. The smoothly flattened stones, which were cracked in some places, had some moss growing through the crevasses giving them an emerald … Continue reading →
This gallery contains 14 photos.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here is a seven-thousand word essay. And they lived happily ever after. The End
Sitting on the deck of the hotel/fly shop under 400 billion stars, telling stories of the day’s fishing. Strangers and friends remembered trips from the past, and planned future trips, while night bugs buzzed the dim light … Continue reading →
Heading out on a round trip motorcycle ride from Michigan to Montana, I was struck by how great a country we live that we can just up and go explore if we choose. There is a lot of beauty out … Continue reading →
I am listening to my wife’s iPod while I do some home reconstructing. This may be a shock for those who know me. (RE)constructing, may seem foreign to them, (DE)constructing… they have little trouble associating to me. Anyway, while I … Continue reading →
What madness is this! It is 100 degrees out there, half of my bike is held together by spit, zip straps, and 3/4 of a roll of gorilla tape, and I am putting salve on my tuckus to keep the … Continue reading →