The It
I shiver, awakening from deep sleep. Goosebumps signal a welcome chill in the morning air. I roll over…
Andrew Guibord
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The Carpenter Ant
The trout of summer eat ants as readily as children eat candy — or as adults like me…
Sugar
Shad are supposedly easy to catch, a fish that will hit any fly you cast to it. One…
Finding Shad
Twenty-five years ago I began working in the fly-fishing retail business, helping anglers with their questions about equipment…
The String Leech
I stand on a wooded bank, where the leafless branches of valley oaks reach skyward like begging skeletons…
The Dinner Bell
Slowly, I stir within my down cocoon as consciousness lifts the fuzzy haze of awakening. The cool gray…
The Rusty Spinner
So beautiful, so subtle, the way the sip rippled the reflection’s smooth tapestry. I almost missed it —…
The Bloody Maria Shad Fly
Sacramento is “The City of Trees.” Come spring, it is also the capital of pollen and Sudafed. With…
The March Brown
Spring is in the air, but the hills are alive with the sound of mucus. I‘m “under the…
The Skwala Stonefly
The warming rays of the late morning sun pierce the puffy clouds above the Yuba River, burning away…