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.

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

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

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

My life was the best omelette you could make with a chainsaw

In the future, I mean to be a fine streamside entomologist. I'm going to start on that when I am much too old to do any of the two thousand things I can think of that are more fun than screening insects in cold running water