A Cat and His Hats
Other hats await, too. Hats I will someday own. I don’t read the girly magazines any longer, but I’m still dog-earing and sweating up the catalogs. The boys blew ashore just a little after four. They had started out in the wee hours aboard the Marsh Hen, a...
Giant of the South Seas
“Sharks!” I yelled, hauling away for dear life. Time is probably more generous and healing to an angler than to any other individual. The wind, the sun, the open, the colors and smells, the loneliness of the sea or the solitude of the stream work some kind...
Voice of the Outdoors Curt Gowdy
Curt Gowdy left a legacy that will never be equaled. Baseball broadcasts would run spring to fall; football carried from fall to winter and basketball into the spring. But Sunday afternoons from January to March, with snow packed at the foot of millions of doors, part...
The Elusive Southern Appalachian Brook Trout
AKA: Brookies, Squaretails, Specs, Natives, etc. The following is an excerpt from Fly Fishing the Blue Ridge Parkway By Sam R. Johnson. For the first time, fly fishing savant Sam Johnson has captured in one guide an incredible “bucket list” of over 210 of the most...
Dorsal Fins On the Cape
Was that a great white that swam by in the Cape Cod darkness?
Slamming Cuba
A belief in Avalon helped the author overcome years of fear and heartache.
Under the Volcano
Fly fishing for sailfish and tarpon in Costa Rica . . . until the earthquake comes and the tsunami hits.
