The Whisper in the Grey of Morning

The Whisper in the Grey of Morning

America had been attacked with a murderous sucker punch. That day of infamy stirring the deep soul of a patriotic nation.  Lines of young men eager to join the fight for their country wrapped around city blocks and through town squares.  Women rolled up their sleeves...

Tarpon Don’t Come Easy!

Tarpon Don’t Come Easy!

Fish that require effort, skill, knowledge and perseverance, along with some luck thrown in to land, are special indeed—tarpon are super special. It’s been said that the greater the challenge, the greater the appreciation. This means your sense of satisfaction is...

Creel Empty, Heart Full

Creel Empty, Heart Full

Far too often we as sportsmen become blinded by the end result of a hunting or fishing trip. Blinded so that we miss much of the beauty and adventure of the journey. I recently went on a fishing trip that yielded and empty creel, yet was filled with rest, adventure...

Mourning the Miramichi

Mourning the Miramichi

Three friends of mine were on the Northwest Miramichi at the beginning of August. They fished for five days and did not see an Atlantic salmon. Not an adult fish, a grilse, or a parr. For five days on a storied Atlantic salmon branch of the Miramichi they cast in...

People Like Us Never Grow Up

People Like Us Never Grow Up

I do not mean to sound bitter about this, for perhaps it is not the fault of the wet-eared young... This piece is being written in a bug-ridden swamp on the banks of the sluggish yellow Tana River, in northeastern Kenya, where the big elephants bugle and the baboons...