I balanced on the edge of a stream bank … At one time I would have made it down in two bounds.
Category Archives: Wind Knots and Backlashes
In the Company of Guys
My dinner discussion group consists of grizzled veterans mostly retired from the cut and thrust of life. The discussion saunters aimlessly. Plans for a new knee elide into local politics.
Come Back, Huck Finn
When I was fourteen, boys were abundant on street corners and empty lots. They were shooed out the back door on a summer’s morning and not expected back until supper time.
It’s Not About the Fish
The 7-Eleven door burst open, bell jangling. A scrawny, one-legged, shirtless, bearded man in tattered pants clumped through on his one leg and a crutch. Eyes bulging, he shouted and waved his free arm.
Anticipation
From the moment a kindly catfish found its way to the end of my line and sent a tentative tap, tap up through my fishing pole to my six-year-old hands, I have been consumed by fishing.