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Tag Archives: solitude
Two Ravens (Twa Corbies)
The first days of the new year were an icy mess, although I still had a pleasant walk on the trail developed near the house. It’s been years since I’ve kept a feeder in the yard, but I still need … Continue reading
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Tagged birding, birds, hiking, myths, nature, poetry, Raven, solitude, Twa Corbies, winter, writing
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The Hemlock Grove
Preparing for a long road trip into western places where I like to believe that a fly-fishing spirit can really soar at times like this, it’s good to remind myself that one needn’t go far in order to find a … Continue reading
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Tagged birding, hemlocks, hermit thrush, In the Hemlocks, John Burroughs, naturalist, nature, poetry, solitude, song, Spirit, travel, writing
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Picket Pin
One of my older fishing pals told me that his favorite fly pattern for night angling on the home river was a Picket Pin. Another elder told me that he likes to cast the same time-honored pattern (first developed in … Continue reading
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Tagged Amish, Ben Franklin, brown trout, dry fly, fly-fishing, ground squirrels, Hendrickson, home water, nature, Picket Pin, solitude, writing
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Allegheny Spring
I was situated comfortably on the stream again. I was casting streamers with the new split-cane rod until the stonefly hatch informed me that a nymph or dry fly might be interesting. To be out in the warm spring air … Continue reading
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Tagged Allegheny River, birth, environment, fishing, nature, poetry, renewal, resistance, society, solitude, Spring, stoneflies, Walt Franklin, writing
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The News from Fisher Brook
There’s an old fellow coming down from the forest trail this afternoon to fish for an hour or two. He claims to be suffering from a serious cold, but to cast here for brook trout won’t be detrimental since the air … Continue reading
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Tagged brook trout, cold water, dry fly, environment, fisher tracks, fishing, I'm a Believer, nature, news, outdoors, Robert Wyatt, small streams, solitude, wildness, winter
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Spectacle Pond
[The following is the first in a two-part series on a recent ramble through the Northeast Kingdom and the Green Mountain State (aka Vermont), with stops in the wild Nulhegan River Basin and, later, at the famed Battenkill. Stay tuned!] … Continue reading
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Tagged boreal forest, Island Pond, loons, Native Americans, nature, Northeast Kingdom, Nulhegan River, peace, photography, solitude, Spectacle Pond, travel, Vermont, walking
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Tilting at Turbines
I was sick of all the news saturated with senseless violence and political mayhem; I was feeling burned by the reality of drought and floods and frequently occurring “thousand year weather events” across the globe. I could not get used … Continue reading
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Tagged energy, environment, forest, hiking, NIMBY, peace, photography, Quixote, resource, society, solitude, thrush, turbines, wind power
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Setting the Tone
The Tradition: On the opening day of northern Pennsylvania’s trout fishing season I went out to look at the water. Big surprise. It’s what I usually do on this date. I visited all three branches of the upper Genesee River … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, blue lines, dry fly, experimentation, fishing, Genesee River, headwaters, nature, old Plymouth, opening day, solitude, tradition, travel, Triple Divide, wild trout
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The Cedar Run Experience, Parts 14/15
Part 14: On the morning of October 11, I found that the distance from bridge #5 to the former lumber camp known as Leetonia is about 1.1 miles along the narrow gravel road. I parked at the little bridge where … Continue reading
Glory Days, Kettle Creek
The weather could not have been finer– a bluebird sky, a slight breeze comfortable while wearing a T-shirt and a fishing vest. This was the weekend I’d been looking for– with songbirds in the sycamores and willows, with tiger swallowtails … Continue reading
