They sit in a forgotten drawer in my tying desk, intermingling with odd-sized hooks, old fly boxes, and other ephemera that have eddied into this backwater over time. Some...
My friend Vikki tells me that my musical tastes are deeply offensive to her. I just smile and nod — she’s a few years older than me, but, despite her advancing age, she’s...
At the end of a dirt road along the northeastern edge of Montana’s Crazy Mountains, a simple sign warns visitors they are now entering private property.
When John Juracek, and I published our little book, Fishing Yellowstone Hatches, we wrote in the book’s introduction how a knowledge of insect hatches can improve angling...
At the end of a dirt road along the northeastern edge of Montana’s Crazy Mountains, a simple sign warns visitors they are now entering private property.