Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

By your late thirties the ground has begun to grow hard. It grows harder and harder until the day that it admits you.

The occupational hazard of making a spectacle of yourself, over the long haul, is that at some point you buy a ticket too.

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

Early on I decided that fishing would be my way of looking at the world. First it taught me to look at rivers. Lately it has been teaching me how to look at people, myself included.

I'd be happy to have my biography be the stories of my dogs. To me, to live without dogs would mean accepting a form of blindness.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.