Last one.
I promise, it doesn’t get dark enough for more.
Under the wire.
Night dying fast makes way for brutal summer. The horrendous piles of snow will melt and the lakes and rivers will be alive once again. I’m not sure how long this life devoid of salt and tide will last but soft, mossy earth, high peaks and glacial rivers will work for now.
Trance:nd
Estamos Listos!
I’ve always had to see and do things myself. At the age of 12 I taught myself how to fly fish, tie flies with my Mothers sewing equipment and I even killed the only trout in my backyard. 18 years later not much has changed, except my equipment. No more Eagle Claw rods or Pflueger …
On time.
My last day in Florida I caught every inshore species besides the Snook.
Omen.
So there it goes, another attempt at life in the concrete labyrinth. Barely dodging old ladies oblivious to stop signs, loaded to the gills on adrenaline. Two steps off the hood of a car that anyone would be embarrassed of being killed or permanently damaged by, saved my life. Landing on your ass can have …
Hi Lo Jack
Help me, Help you.
Offering up some artist proofs. Support your favorite derelict in refreshing his weathered equipment and continuing the adventure. Printed locally by family business. Thanks! First Fire 2/2 Artist Proof 20×24 $100. Captured due west of St. Johns Harbor, Zarembo Island, Southeast Alaska 8/12. Fly Fish 1 & 2/2 Artist Proof 5×7 on pearl paper $10. …
Swamp Music.
Twisted up a crab, laughed and doubted – Last time I’ll ever do that, doubt it. After seeing a few bull reds and getting punked by some “shouldering” fish I decided to go heavier. My new crab took an easy minute to tie and literally half an hour later produced. It all comes down to …
Cover it up.