Author: David
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First Dry Fly
My first dry fly of the season drifted a couple feet and suddenly vanished. I gasped, seized with delight, and immediately set the hook. Feeling a fight coming on, I steeled myself for it, and saw the flash of a belly – I swear it was orange – just when the hook came free and…
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A Fishing Photo and the Pale Blue Dot
Here’s one of my favorite photos from the river. In it, a lone angler stands tiny amid the infinity of a river, while a wall of pines in the background soars skyward.
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My Friends Fed Me and My Brookies Escaped
Find yourself some friends who will cook for you and refuse your help, and you’ll feel 90% full and 10% guilty. Then you’ll shamelessly forget about the 10% the next day when you’re 100% all-in on fishing. This is what happens when you take a fishing trip with Jake and Matt.
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The Beauty and Misery of the Solo Day Trip
The alarm blares at 4:30 in the morning and I hit snooze and want to die. This is how I’ve typically started my one-day fishing trips. In the absence of fly fishing friends prior to this year, I had always gone alone, and I couldn’t blame anyone else for the wakeup call. I inflicted the…
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Bring on the Sun!
Last week saw the first day of the year I could drive with my sunroof open, a moment you could interpret as a symbol of many springtime notions that seem to transcend cultures across time, like awakening, renewal, or fertility. But for me, it suggested the return of ease. Winter, by contrast, is devoid of…