A Day at Devil’s Dip

A Day at Devil’s Dip

In many ways my Grandpa Joe was a boy trapped in an old man’s body. Full of tricks as a pet ’coon, tough as a seasoned hickory sapling and imbued with 70-plus years of wisdom accumulated by living close to the good earth of the Smokies, he possessed an unflagging...
Winter Weather Wisdom

Winter Weather Wisdom

My Grandpa Joe was chock full of weather-related wisdom. For example, about this time of year, whenever a premature warm spell hinted at a change in the seasons, he would opine: “A fellow can’t trust spring. It tends to be mighty fittified.” He knew, by dint of long...
Daisy Days: Boys And BB Guns

Daisy Days: Boys And BB Guns

Although as a boy I didn’t receive dozens of Christmas gifts each year, those that did come my way from Mom and Dad were invariably practical, prized or memorable (and in some cases, they fit all of those descriptions). Such was the case with a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun....
The Lords Of Loafers Glory

The Lords Of Loafers Glory

During the middle of the past century, it was commonplace for old men, maybe a smattering of somewhat younger n’er-do-wells and boys to congregate in popular gathering places. In small towns and rural crossroads, those spots were almost always a country store,...
Sweet Soul of the Smokies

Sweet Soul of the Smokies

Maggie “Aunt Mag” Williams (1863-1961) In the halcyon days of childhood, most of us had the distinct privilege, although we might not have recognized it at the time, of being in close contact with older folks who merited the description of being “a genuine character.”...
First Gun

First Gun

For most boys of my generation, certain milestones immediately went into the treasured files of memory. They were destined to remain there permanently. “Firsts” were particularly important in this regard—first squirrel, first trout on a fly, first rabbit, first...
Grizzly Trouble On The Thorofare

Grizzly Trouble On The Thorofare

Wyoming’s Thorofare River, draining an area that is possibly the most remote region in the lower 48 states, is the Yellowstone River’s major feeder above Yellowstone Lake. I came to know the stream intimately in the 1980s thanks to involvement with an outfitter who...
Frank Young: An Angler for the Ages

Frank Young: An Angler for the Ages

As a trout fisherman, Frank was simply the best I have ever been privileged to witness in action, and I’ve been astream with the likes of Gary Borger and Lee Wulff.