When a trout rises to a fly, it does not swim as much as tilt its fins and jet skyward.

I learned to look up suddenly from a hatch or feeding frenzy and find myself momentarily removed from solid earth. I go fishing not to find myself but to lose myself

Fishing the small streams of New Hampshire is a pastime that combines hiking, map reading, and bushwhacking - plenty of it.

I actually believe in simplicity as a way of life. My wife and I are considering moving into a yurt!

I live in a beautiful part of the world - western New Hampshire along the Baker River - and my family and I spend a lot of time outdoors.

I am almost certain fishermen posess a peculiar bend to their makeup. Fisherman are optimists, and the fish in the future is always preferable to the fish at hand. Even the best fishermen catch fish only a small percentage of the time, which means we persevere in a sport that features failure as its main ingredient. Truly great days, when the fish hammer the fly as soon as it lands on the water are rare.

As someone who has moved around a fair amount, I wondered what it would be like to stay rooted to one place, one community.