The clouds were building over Cedar Run and its forested gorge. The afternon was looking good for fishing in the low clear water but the trout weren’t having anything to do with the several small flies that I offered them. … Continue reading
Intending to spend the whole day fishing the Rapidan River inside Shenandoah National Park, I fished it and even took a pleasant side excursion on a brook trout tributary. White trilliums were the flower of the day, nodding their invitations to … Continue reading
I spent a day in the hospital. For two days prior and two days following, I drank from the clear streams and rivers of my life, and they made me well. A trout lily was there. Trout Unlimited and representatives … Continue reading
[Years ago, my brother Pete and I, along with a friend or two, would perform an annual rite of spring– taking a long, pathless hike over the hills and thru the valleys linking the towns of Canisteo and Greenwood, NY. … Continue reading
An assembly of August moments, recollected in tranquility….