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It's about time

Father Time is a heartless scoundrel who steals with impunity, and we carelessly neglect to lock our doors
Photo: Mark Coleman

In the time it takes our planet to complete an orbit around its sun, my friend Mike Sepelak goes fishing at least fifty-two times. More often if possible, but he’s set the bar at an average of once a week. I met Mike through his writing on a blog called Mike’s Gone Fishin’ Again, and, with a title like that, my only surprise about the frequency of his fishing was that he didn’t fish more.

Silver lining

Time is running out in paradise
Photo: Cameron Kartsen

The river is going out. Big time. Sure, it’s been raining since the helicopter dropped us off six days ago and seventeen miles upriver, but only enough to ensure that everything we own is wet. A week of dripping tents, soggy sleeping bags, and wrinkled fingers isn’t so bad when the river’s green.

DIY on the Mississippi Delta

When on a do-it-yourself mission, never discount advice
Photo: Ryan Fries

I've always thrived on learning off the cuff, being thrown to the wolves, sink or swim.

Back in the mid-90's I interviewed for a magnet crane operator job at a steel plant. I was clueless.

The head supervisor asked me, "Hey, you got any experience working with 5 ton plates of steel?".

"Not at all." I admitted. "Give me a chance though and I'll figure it out."

An angler ages

The choices we make when we're young pay dividends—both good and bad—as we age
Photo: Chad Shmukler

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
—Jimmy Buffett, A Pirate Looks at 40