Loss (Of Rods and Trophies)

I had no business being out there. The sun, despite its spring like warmth, had yet to begin melting away winter snow, but enticed me out of my winter slumber in search of open water fishing. More specifically in search of steelhead; steelhead that had been cooped up in small river holes for as long … Continue reading Loss (Of Rods and Trophies)

While I Was Wading

It was numbingly cold. For the moment I didn’t notice. I sat on the bank, wet and out of breath. My arm hurt. What just happened? The last few minutes ran through my head. I began to shiver. I don’t remember a time when I was ever this cold. By this time of year I’m … Continue reading While I Was Wading