We were on Andros Island to fish for the grey ghost of the flats
Category Archives: Wind Knots and Backlashes
Grab Your Hat
Tomorrow, at breakfast, reach over and turn off your iPad or close your laptop. Grab the remote; turn off the TV. Forget breaking news
Wanted: Sturdy Guide for Old Fly Fisherman
I balanced on the edge of a stream bank … At one time I would have made it down in two bounds.
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.
Marshall Craig 