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Tag Archives: autumn
Fishing the Cold Dew
No, the Cold Dew isn’t some new trout stream I’ve discovered. Rather, it’s a mini-season designated for early October by the ancient Chinese. The ancients, like those of us responding to shorter daylight hours and to longer, cooler nights, took … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, caddis, Cold Dew, fishing, heart, incompleat angler, mortality, nature, place, soul, trout, writing
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Owl Farm (Redux)
This will be a short post that reflects a busy time here in the shire. I’ve been working feverishly on a new book (Covid-free!), helping with the house improvement projects where I’m able, prepping for a short visit to Cape … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, birding, country photos, environment, hiking, homestead, nature, Owl Farm, poetry, writing
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Fall (The Starred Horizon)
I spent most of Sunday morning in the comfortable waters of the Allegheny River. I had little reason to move. The weather was perfect and the fish (both hatchery and wild) were rising in a long deep pool. For the … Continue reading
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Tagged Allegheny River, autumn, environment, finicky, fly-fishing, hatchery trout, matching the hatch, nature, personal narratives, salvation, selectivity, trout, Wiscoy Creek, writing
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Just Good Fishing
The cooling temperatures of late summer and early fall brings a spike in fish behavior and in human interest on the stream. Although I’m anchored to another academic year, I try to focus on the local streams and overgrown trails … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, cardinal flower, fly-fishing, good fishing, headwaters, nature, origins, poetry, roots, sense of place, Tricos, wild trout, writing
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Between Two Oceans
In two days of fishing, eight days apart, I caught enough salmon to last me, in spirit, for the year. The ancestors of these fresh-run fishes came from the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, and it was good to meet this … Continue reading
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Tagged alienation, Atlantic, autumn, beauty, diversity, environment, fly-fishing, government, nature, oceans, Pacific, photograpy, salmon
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Autumn Run: Four Strands
1/ The first full day of autumn brought the usual blend of premonition and seasonal promise. I drove to Lyman Run, thankful for the sweatshirt on a morning as chilly as the John Cale tunes, like “Fear is a Man’s … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, fly-fishing, hiking, nature, Pennsylvania, photography, September, small streams, transitions, trout, wild, writing
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Against the Dying Light
I won’t need to rage against the dying of the light, per Dylan Thomas and his fine poetics. I won’t need to rage because I’ve done all that (for now) in private moments, and my purpose here is really very … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, Black Forest, darkness, Fall Creek, fishing, Ithaca NY, landlocked salmon, light, luck, Penn's Woods, photography, poetry, rage, Slate Run, Sun, Walt Franklin
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Big Fish Little Fish Swimming Altogether
Entering Pennsylvania during the hunting season, I knew I was on the right track for the weekend when I walked into a general store and heard the voice of the proprietor. She entered from a back room of the ancient … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, big fish, brown trout, catch-and-release, fishing, friendship, hiking, hunting, Lake Ontario, little fish, Oak Orchard, Pennsylvania trout, photography, Trout Run, weekend, wildness
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Song of the Kettle
I’m growing silent these days. I’m not sure why, although I’m also angered and saddened by political events and tragedies occurring in this crazy world. I’m growing silent at a time when my voice should be loud with protest. I’m … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, brook trout, civilization, fly-fishing, Kettle Creek, machine, madness, mayhem, photography, poetry, protest, silence, Television, Torn Curtain, wild, writing
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