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Tag Archives: wet fly
The Dream Cast: Yellow Dun
1. James Cecilia is a “wet-fly-only angler” who lives in upstate New York. He contacted me about a mutual interest in the writings of Pennsylvania fisherman, Jim Bashline. Mr. Bashline was a fishing editor for Field & Stream, and author of … Continue reading
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Tagged Allegheny River, birds, culture, dream, hiking, ignorance, Isaac Asimov, Jim Bashline, knowledge, mystery, nature, night fishing, poetry, politics, trees, truth, wet fly, Yellow Dun
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The Rivertop Construction Company
To seize the time, a tranquil evening in early May, I took a walk to the beaver ponds to see all I could see. I took a path that was less than a path, a rough walk downhill from the woods, … Continue reading
The Cedar Run Experience, Part 18
I got a break from the weather, frozen days and nights brightening into a Sunday morning with the temperature rising toward the low 40s. I drove to Cedar Run and steered gently toward the headwaters over the icy lane of … Continue reading
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Tagged "River's Edge", Cedar Mountain, Cedar Run, Cedar Run Experience 18, holidays, ice, recollection, wet fly, wfranklin fly-fishing book
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When the Swallows Fly
Around here, it happens every August 27th, give or take a day. The barn swallows leave the site where they have been “our birds” since the end of April. On a late summer morning, the air above the old barn … Continue reading
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Tagged 3-fly cast, dry fly, migration, Pink Floyd, poetry, reason, Robert Frost, summer, swallows, transitions, wet fly
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Touchstone
I found the heavy stone a long time ago. I may have found it in a gravel pit near an Indian burial ground; I can’t be sure. If so, it was from a piece of land about to be converted … Continue reading