by Chris Hunt - Tuesday, Sep 20th, 2016
I first fished a Redington fly rod about a dozen years ago—they were a premium partner with Trout Unlimited (and still are, through their parent company, Farbank), and I was able to purchase a rod-and-reel combo for an affordable price in advance of my first-ever trip to Prince of Wales Island in southeast Alaska.
by Kris Millgate - Thursday, Sep 15th, 2016
I've stood on this ridge at least a dozen times. I've shot photos and footage every time. In every season. At any hour. Seeing all colors but black. Now I have black. Wish I didn't. Black is depressing personally and difficult professionally. My lens struggles with the stark contrast of smoky-white sky and tar-colored ground.
by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Sep 14th, 2016
I debated the merits of springing for a new windshield last spring. I’d managed to accrue a handful of small-ish chips and cracks over the winter, and I’d even had a couple of the more egregious faults sealed and repaired. But it got cold during a road trip to Missoula last January, and I actually watched as a crack visibly wandered from one rock chip on the passenger side all the way across the bottom of the windshield to the rock chip on the driver’s side. There’s no patching that crap.
by Todd Tanner - Tuesday, Sep 13th, 2016
The devil lives out in our woods. I don’t know if he’s the devil, but he’s sure as hell a devil. You’d think that being a devil, he’d be crouched down low in the scrub and the water hemlock. You’d think he’d slide right down into that black ooze around the spring, where the birch trees are dying and the tops have all broken off. They come straight down, those tops do — devil spears sticking into the mud with their ends all rotted and woodpecker-drilled.
by Tom Davis - Thursday, Sep 8th, 2016
I had rum and a dead man to thank for my treasure map. Maybe 20 years my senior, Dave was a summer neighbor. One balmy July evening he hailed me across our yards.
“Come on over,” he called. “I’m making daiquiris.”
Dave knew his way around the construction of a proper cocktail. His daiquiris were paradigms of tart-sweet simplicity—white rum, lime juice, superfine sugar, ice—and they went down as silkily as hookers in Havana. Pretty soon our tongues were wagging, and I started blathering about an upcoming trip to Ontario’s Lake of the Woods.
God it was ugly.
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