The Master of Meander: When in Rome
There’s no good excuse for failing to purchase a license to fish wherever you wet a line —…
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The Master of Meander: Excuses, Excuses
Some days, the fishing’s just slow, some days, though, you are slow, and if that’s the problem when…
The Master of Meander – “Good Enough”: The Fly Is the Thing
Call him nameless. Ever since this relatively recent descendent of Homo erectus tied the first fly in his…
The Master of Meander: Another Darn Winter of Discontent
Unless memory fails me, and it does, the last time I built a column of short pieces, I…
The Master of Meander: Teaching
My cardiologist leans against the kitchen counter watching me whip finish a fly. He’s pretty sure this knot…
The Master of Meander: Some Enchanted Evenings
Traveling solo, fishing solo, strips from you the protection, comfort, and occasional trials of a comrade, along with…
The Master of Meander: Shared Sins
(Author’s note: In what follows, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Even “I” is an…
The Master of Meander: Learned Meander, Part V: Kumbaya
People argue that the great boom in fly-fishing publishing — an era that began in the mid-1990s and…
The Master of Meander: Learned Meander, Part IV
Already scans of our original documents fade, metaphorically, pixels that ought to appear sienna dissolving at low-res edges…
The Master of Meander: Learned Meander, Part III
Since only readers with eidetic memories remember “Learned Meander, Part I”. . . . A “cartoon history,” grossly,…