As you may guess by thumbing through some of these pages, the chapters herein contain a memoir of forty years of fly-fishing, some while I was a novitiate, some while I was proficient, and some from the in-between stages during the many years I lived in Pennsylvania.
The birthing of this book began more than thirty years ago when I became deeply involved with my local Trout Unlimited Chapter, P.
Of course, what Fly-Fishing volume could be considered complete without addressing the Zen of Fly-Fishing as I attempt in Wild Black Raspberries.
Woodward Cave uncovers personal enlightenment in literally the darkest of places.
Last Cast evokes how meaningful the end of an outing, a trip, a season or even a lifetime of fishing might be experienced.
Though most of my fishing is done alone, Drought Fishing celebrates fishing with friends as we commiserate over the bad luck of seasonal drought in less-than-elegant fashion.
Tulpehocken Dreams preserves some of my best days on the water as I graduated from neophyte to accomplished angler.
I would be remiss if I did not disclose that in some of these tracts, the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty).
The rest of the events and dialogue are as true as I could remember them.
I did hear that he moved on to the Pocono region of Pennsylvania.
In full confession, the opening dialogue (May 1969) is speculative as the only facts I could ascertain were that Indian Joe\'s part-time job at the mill was lost when a rope mill in Hulmeville, Pennsylvania, closed, leading some to believe he could no longer pay taxes on his holding.
The New World entails a coming-of-age fishing chronicle.
Redeeming Currents touches upon urban fishing along Bushkill Creek and my encounter with an underprivileged young boy from a disadvantaged neighborhood in Easton, Pennsylvania.
Natal Streams explores the roots of a passion for fishing, wondering what role genes and nature each play.
The topical subject of vegan thought versus catch-and-release can be lifted from Siren of Shangri La, while Demons offers a peek into inner psychology.
I pay a few homages along the way, to Art Flick and John Burroughs in Catskill Remembrances and Richard Brautigan in The Amish Boy.
Many of the Streams are well known to anglers who fish Pennsylvania or the Catskills so for full disclosure, the Less Traveled Streams are a metaphor for events and circumstances that mark the experience as being memorable, unique, and in some cases Introspective.
As you may guess by thumbing through some of these pages, the chapters herein contain a memoir of forty years of fly-fishing, some while I was a novitiate, some while I was proficient, and some from the in-between stages during the many years I lived in Pennsylvania
