A Wolf Creek Chronicle
Carl Lear loved his father’s fly rod. At eight years old, he couldn’t remember a time when that rod had not been a part of his life, as it would continue to be for the rest of his days. The rod was a deep golden color with matching fly line that was much easier for...
The Last Best Day
He stood cold in the gathering dawn, peering deep into the chilled, flowing water. A sudden shiver ran through him, partly from the fresh winter wind and partly from the thrill he felt every time he came back to this secluded little stream. He had looked forward to...
Escape to Cabin Bluff
I will always cherish the days spent along this historic stretch of the south-Georgia coast, where the currents of friendship forever run deep. I was tired. Very tired. Pleasingly, pleasantly tired after another long and gratifying day following the pointers and...
The Christmas Trout
A well-meaning friend once asked about the most perfect meal I ever had, and I thought for a moment and then responded, “Anything my Mom ever cooked. ” That’s about as far as I could narrow it down. The truth is, there are precious few encounters with Perfection in a...
Ramblings
The good gents from the Mother Country had come to hunt deer. But little did they realize, one of them was about to encounter the most fearsome creature in Florida.
Water In Desert Places
You can always follow water, whether it still runs free or is merely a latent image left behind in some dry, desert place. From trickles to brooks to streams to torrents, water always runs down to its true source, there to be gathered into the air like so much brood...
A Good Thing
I tried desperately to remember how it had once felt to share a trout here with him.
Into the Light
I died on a lovely autumn evening…
Choices By Michael Altizer
But then, why should she not die for them? Would I not die for my children?