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Book Review: The Classic Sporting Art of Bob White

White's timeless paintings have long graced the works of John Gierach, countless sporting magazines, and more
Photo: Lisa White

Like many anglers, my first exposure to Bob White’s art was through John Gierach’s writing. Then, after years of staring at Bob’s paintings, I finally worked up the courage to ask him for an interview for a story I was writing about art and fly fishing.

Fireworks at the starlight rodeo

The sound of the water-slashing boil of a trout taking a Hex, once burned into your memory, smolders there forever
Photo: HarshLight / cc2.0 modified

“Fire in the hole!” someone hollered, distantly.

Through the pines I heard the unmistakable sound of a skyrocket hissing up, followed by a pair of thunderous reports, one on top of the other, like a double-barrelled elephant gun going off. Two colossal starbursts illuminated the night sky in all the colors of the rainbow, galaxies of lights flaring, crackling, and sizzling before finally winking out.

Finding bigfoot

In the woods in search of North America's great, wild ape
Photo: Hannes Flo / cc2.0

A chilly autumn breeze filters through white oak leaves. They’re on the cusp of turning from the tired green of late summer to autumn russet. Within the gentle rustles is another sound. This one is not so easily identified.

Very stable geniuses

Not a hunter? Neither am I. But that doesn't mean you can't put grouse on the menu.
Photo: NPS / Jacob W. Frank

The cooler mornings and the slowly changing flora across western forests offer folks visiting our public lands some of the best scenery of the year. It’s also maybe the best time of the year to see wildlife while driving into the woods, and for anglers, it’s the season that presents some opportunities to expand their sporting opportunities.

Nowhere

You’re here, towed the boat all this way, so you fish it
Photo: Tom Hazleton

We all love to fish clear rivers. Sun-lit crystal water intrigues the mind, enchants the imagination with possibility. A muddy blown-out river obscures, chokes, and demoralizes. Opacity means relying too much on faith. We are deprived of the little signs of life that we take to heart on long days of fishing: minnows, crayfish, logs, boulders, shadows, undercuts, even the reassuring side-to-side swim of a good fly. It’s as interesting as a dead television.

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