Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

The trouble is, you can't properly present something you don't believe in.

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

To me, no painter has ever quite understood the light, the distances, the aboriginal ghostliness of the American West as well as Maynard Dixon. The great mood of his work is solitude, the effect of land and space on people. While his work stands perfectly well on its claims to beauty, it offers a spiritual view of the West indispensable to anyone who would understand it.

The essence of sport is courage.

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

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.