27 – summergo

Flyfishing is as much art as sport. And it's not even my art so much as the joy of taking my place and fading into the art all around me when I'm doing it right. If you wade into the Little Red River in Arkansas at just the right time, day, and season, you can... Continue Reading →

26 – monstrum

When I was a boy I had to take swimming lessons from some young lady that I'm sure was a good teacher and pleasant person, but I hated it. She would throw things to the bottom of the pool and expect my brother and me to go get them, like a baby throws down its... Continue Reading →

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