On Saturday, I had some good luck finding fish, including a really stunning 17″ buttery brown and a 16″ feisty male. At lunch time, I went back to the car and heard a car stop behind me. “Did you catch many fish?” I heard a kind voice and turned around. It was an older lady,
For fly anglers, March is a time for when our eyes are bigger than our stomachs. The sun is starting to get higher on the horizon, the snow pack has largely melted, and bugs are ever so slightly starting to get more active. After a long winter with iced fly rods, savage winds, and standing
One of my favorite items to cook in the fall and winter is a ragù, an Italian meat sauce that takes all day to braise. I know I’ve set the heat right when the occasional tiny bubble rises to the surface and pops. On a Sunday, it affords me the chance to catch the Patriots
Another one of our children left for college for the first time this past weekend. You’d think by the third time that college drop-off would get easier. In a way, it does. But, for the most part, it doesn’t. For a parent, drop off is a mixed bag. You’re happy that your children are happy.
A funny thing happened to me at the river today. I awoke at 3:30 am for a two-hour drive that would put my on the water at sunrise at a favorite spot. It’s small-bug season, and it’s one of my favorite times of the year to fly fish. Delicate presentations, small flies, and light lines
To paraphrase Hemingway, Covid-19 came into our family “gradually and then suddenly.” I’m not sure where I was when Mrs. T. told me that her two relatives, whom I’ll call A. and B., were at risk. A. had tested positive for the virus, was with fever, and had trouble breathing. And, most ominous: B. was