Though it’s been more than four decades, I still remember the jarring contrast. A broiling sun bore down on my skinny shoulders as creek water that felt as if drained from...
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Spoiled. Rotten.
There’s no other reasonable way to describe the feeling that washed over me as Andre Lafferma guided the metallic blue Bell Jet Ranger II...
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Back home, it’s just “the river.” I was born about a mile from its sandbar banks in Dardanelle, Arkansas, and I’ve never lived anywhere that’s more than a 30-minute drive...
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Show me a person who looks forward to walking in waders and I’ll show you someone who hides a silver cilice in the back of their sock drawer and hangs a camel hair shirt...
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Memories remain over 65 years since my younger brother, Tom, and I stood by a lovely trout pond on a misty Michigan morning. He, then a skinny 9-year old towheaded kid. Me...
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You know you’ve made an indelible mark on your craft when your longtime employer launches a premium line of gear and then puts your name on it. Chuck Taylor, eat your...
