I suffer from fly-fishing book fatigue at times. While I love a good yarn now and then, it seems that our chosen craft attracts more artists and writers than, say, something a little more technical, like aviation mechanics.
Every year or so, a gaggle of new scribes (or old ones, for that matter) are so inspired by the long rod that they can’t help but push out new compilations of fishing stories that they hope will resonate with the angling masses. (Full disclosure: I’m as guilty as anyone, but it’s been a while since I’ve gone the essay/memoir route in book form.)