The Master of Meander: Return to the Best Party Ever
In mid-winter, I’ll sometimes consider a favorite memory of the fishing year. Often, this turns out to be…
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The Master of Meander: A Meander for Badgers
This is a fishing story, sort of, set in what is to my mind one of the least…
The Master of Meander: River Unknown
I remember fishing rivers where you wouldn’t see anybody for days — no path on either shore, save…
The Master of Meander: If a Body, Meet a Body, On the River Why
Author’s note: what began as a melancholy Meander became something else in the writing: more important, urgent, and…
The Master of Meander: Kaleidoscope
Early this month, Mike, Rick, and I brought 117 years of smarts about fly fishing for bass to…
The Master of Meander: Of Hope, Luck, and Occam’s Dull Razor
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after,”…
The Master of Meander: The Magic of One and Only
We’d bushwhacked the icy bank of a closed-to-fishing tributary for three or four hundred yards, spooking spawning salmon…
The Master of Meander: Close Your Sales with a Cast?
The following meander includes quotes from an Internet bulletin board. My hope was to attribute these entries, but…
The Master of Meander: If Only Our Regrets…
It’s a refrain inevitably amplified by age: “If I’d known then what I know now. . .” Topics…
The Master of Meander – Surviving a Fly-Fishing Father: The Trials of Sophia
“I’m sure I told you about this,” insists The Lisa Person several hours before Sophia’s high school graduation…