Perceptions, deceptions, and decisions.
Many years ago, PD, Luke and I were returning from fishing this lovely piece of water. We were in high spirits as I remember it. 524 more words
My odyssey through the land of dry-fly hackle started around 1970. I had become a member of the Southern New York Sportsmen’s Association and entered their essay contest for youth members. 1,921 more words
It has been a long, long time since I posted anything here. Well, I’ve been busy. There were the scattered posts I made, the most recent but still old ones, referring to my drumming in a Classic Rock Band, my girlfriend, Mary – we got married on June 4th, and other things that have occupied my time. 2,231 more words
I spent the last weekend in the Seneca Creek backcountry, fly fishing for native brook trout and rainbow trout. This area is part of the Monongahela National Forest, an enormous stretch of wild mountains that includes Spruce Knob (West Virginia’s Highest Mountain), Seneca Rocks, and the Dolly Sods Wilderness. 603 more words