What is Your Passion?

“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about...

The Mad Angler Barters Himself

Reading water, air, fire, earth it makes no difference…. the language of things sifting through his hands like Braille. He figures his life is worth at least one river, an arm worth a single bend, and the hairs on his head the equivalent of one riffle apiece. He is...

The Politics of the Mad Angler

He seeks the consensus of dark bends, feeder creeks, the formations of gravel turned into messages on sand bars. Where there is sky, he dreams of more. Where there are politicians he dreams of men with true hearts, their dark veins pulsing with pure run-off. He offers...