An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part III

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man * * * According to Greek mythology, Pandora actually held Hope in the box a little longer than the other so-called gifts. But eventually Hope did seep out, like the water that finds its way up through the Earth and beads [...]

An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part II

  “A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism * * * Technical fishing is the dream. Magnificent vistas are a perk. But the characters you meet in these adventures are what I truly love. The creeks may get all the [...]

An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part I

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism * * * We pulled out of Twin Bridges and the Professor asked me one more time, “So you’ve really never fished a spring creek?” I knew precisely what he meant, but nevertheless I offered, “Well, I mean the Missouri [...]

Big Bug Love

How good does this look right about now? Of course we all dig the delicate finesse of landing a big fish on a teeny little dry fly and precarious 5x. I mean sure! What’s not to love? But sometimes, bigger is better. Sometimes the fish just want more more more — and so do we. [...]

Tilting At Windmills

After a few days on The Big Hole, we ventured over to Craig to see what the Missouri had to offer. As we pulled off the interstate The Professor nodded toward an energy windmill that was earning its keep, spinning ferociously round and round. “Well, that’s not good,” he quipped. I maintained my naively positive [...]

This Is So Beneath Me

When you don’t have the time or energy to aim high, sometimes it’s better just to sink low. Normally I am not entertained by lowbrow disgusting humor. I was never one to fall for the pull my finger gag or laugh at the boys in elementary school who made fart noises with their armpits. I [...]

Hitchhiking is Safer Than Facebook

Someone should have warned me about Facebook. When I signed up a year ago, very few of my married mommy girlfriends were on there. I naively nosed around a few fishing groups and ended up with a gazillion fishing friends that I didn’t know. Nothing wrong with that except they now had my first and [...]

Streamers & Dreamers

The Professor arrived a few days earlier so he was waiting for me when I landed in Butte last week. It felt so good to be back in Montana – cool air, mustard-color autumn trees, bright skies, and snow capped mountains. The rigors and responsibility of everyday life vaporized on contact. We made our way [...]

But, What? We Don’t Have Them Oars.

Someone once told me the worst thing that can ever happen to a good band is when they become a cover band of themselves. Don’t copycat your own greatest hits. I suppose it’s a life lesson for the rest of us non-musicians as well. No one likes the bore who merely relives their glory days [...]

No Need To Pinch Me

I’ve just awakened from the most incredible dream. I dreamt I spent the entire summer floating down beautiful rivers, laughing with friends, staying up late to watch movies with my daughter, eating cheeseburgers and cupcakes every day…and catching lots and lots of fish. No, there’s no need to pinch me. It was too good to [...]

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