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 [...]
Take It To The Bank
And when I say ‘bank’ I mean inches off the bank. Subtle rises in super skinny glassy water. Dry flies and big skies. Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but this day on the river was absolutely priceless.
Stockholm Syndrome in The 406
Summertime has taken me hostage and I will admit that I am showing signs of loyalty to my captor. I am so so so sorry for the continued silence. Mea culpa. But Summertime is keeping me out here in Montana and makes it awfully difficult to find access to the Internet or decent cell service. [...]
Who Needs A Pot of Gold?
I’ll just take the rainbow.
Back To The River
Sorry for the radio silence here on FFC. I was home in Austin for one little ole week, and I was in 100% mommy-mode. Little Chick is officialy at sleepaway camp for the first time ever…..ah!! (No tears, no tears.) So now I am back in Montana where the rivers are high and my internet [...]
Goin’ with the Flow & the Snow
I returned home last night from an fantastic week in Montana, floating both The Smith and The Missouri. Despite a mid-June snowstorm and incredibly fast moving rivers, our group caught fish and laughed so hard we hurt ourselves. I’m still wrestling with reality so I will have to panel back later with a more detailed [...]
On Life and Latrines
My parents have a long standing love affair with The Smith River in Montana. They have floated it every year for the last decade, maybe longer. I used to give them unmitigated grief that I was never invited to join them. I would hear the stories. See the pictures. Watch the videos. But I was [...]
It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky Tonk Anglers
A few weeks ago Tim Romano wrote a post on his FlyTalk blog titled Women In Fly Fishing. Tim and I had a brief exchange about the questions he posed in the piece: “Ladies, are you the sole angler in your circle of friends?” “Did your mom teach you how to fish?” “If you don’t [...]
