Monthly Archives: July 2016

I went to North Carolina. I was in a seminar at Chapel Hill and I took a weekend off to try the North Carolina trout streams. It was a memorable experience. I rented a car, drove into the mountains, found … Continue reading →

Sometimes it’s something as simple as a dog looking in the door of the coffee shop. Suddenly, there’s the dog, looking in, as if it’s searching for someone it knows. It pauses, then goes on its way and I find … Continue reading →

The hair on the back of my hands and on my wrists is gray. The skin on my hands has fine wrinkles like crinkled rice paper. There are spots where I have banged my hand against something, and a bruise … Continue reading →

Nelson Creek. The first time I fished that creek, it was with Art Morris. There were signs tacked to trees, Warning, mining claim, no trespassing. The creek was filled with bright trout, and we went upstream from the 1890 bridge, … Continue reading →