The Ghost of Christmas Present

The Ghost of Christmas Present

I parked in the cul-de-sac where the suburban world ended. Unhitching my rod from the roof of my pickup, I crossed the bridge over the thundering creek and walked past the pump housing that the cougar liked to lie upon in the midwinter sun. Once again, I had passed...
Of Men, Mentors and Muskellunge

Of Men, Mentors and Muskellunge

Two men wandered into the Ontario Central Airways (OCA) office one afternoon while I was manning the front desk. How strange it was that I could instantly tell that they were used to being in charge. They wore short brown leather jackets and the standard issue khaki...
The Haunting

The Haunting

The haunting of late fall didn’t come from ghoulish goblins, horror houses or a second-rate slasher flick. This haunting wasn’t even a part of Halloween, but was instead a few weeks after, in mid-November.  The day’s awakening brought the ghastly remains of Lake...
The Boat

The Boat

Sit in it and my knees begin to hurt, my back starts aching, my shoes get soaked. Then, this green time machine pulls me into the past, and slowly the pains fade.

The Mink

The Mink

How the mink had come to be there the boy did not know. Those whom he asked about it—casually, trying not to appear too inquisitive—laughed and told him condescendingly, There’s no mink in this country! Prob’ly just an old muskrat. They all had their reasons—Too far...
Mr. Theodore Castwell

Mr. Theodore Castwell

An enchantingly beautiful chalk stream, perfect cast after perfect cast, big trout rising to the fly each time it alights on the water… For Theodore Castwell, it seemed that St. Peter had indeed given him very special consideration. Mr. Theodore Castwell, having...