The clock on the microwave displayed the following time: 01:30AM. As I stood in the entrance way, I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the dark kitchen before me, and told myself, this was all going to be worth it. Trying to fall back asleep now was literally impossible. I had already spent nearly 4 … Continue reading Comfort Zones
The glacial fed river, with its chalky turquoise luminescenes, sharply bit into my chins, as I stepped off the bank and into its chilly currents. The late May temps of this icey alpine serpent were just right for a day of dry fly fishing. As the cold water lapped up and over the top of … Continue reading An Ode to Grayling
The fly tying bench glowed from the corner of the room as the bobbin swung rhythmically back and forth. The 8ought UNI thread slowly danced to its unwinding point. The now-straightened thread appeared almost at full rest, glistening under the small fly tying bench lamp, as it regained its smooth and flat appearance. The dangling … Continue reading Whispers of the vise
