Something had gone amiss with men, and the weak ones were dangerous.

I had just settled Grandma on her folding chair and popped open our box lunch when the corpse floated by.

You can't say enough about fishing. Though the sport of kings, it's just what the deadbeat ordered.

Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.

Something had gone amiss with men, and the weak ones were dangerous.

Fishing should be a ceremony that reaffirms our place in the natural world and helps us resist further estrangement from our origins.

Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.