Monday, December 16, 2013

Pulp Fly: Volume Three

Pulp Fly Volume Three is now available with a collection of stories from a diverse group of writers. 
Read on. 

Introduction by Michael Gracie
Cover art by Bob White

Stories by:

Erin Block
Alex Landeen
Pete McDonald
Miles Nolte
Tom Reed
Tom Sadler
Bruce Smithhammer
April Vokey
Bob White
Steve Zakur
Jay Zimmerman

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Monday, November 18, 2013

"Could Be Good"

Preceding the release of "Pulp Fly: Volume Three" coming soon in early December, the Powers That Be masterminded to produce audio of my contribution to the forthcoming collection. Now freely available for download on the Pulp Fly website. Hope you all enjoy! And many thanks to Michael Gracie and Bruce Smithhammer for their organization, patient editing, and detailed work.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

"Long Shot"

Fantastic film work from Russell Schnitzer and Ivan Orsic in their collaboration, The Fly CollectiveIt was an honor, guys.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Highcountry Hymns

“Now bugs are gonna start popping…” Jay’s voice floats on the last gust from the west end of the lake. Standing in willow bog to my ankles, glacial fed water numbs mosquito bites as I untangle my line from roseroot drooping over peat banks as Narcissus.

For minutes the wind dies, towards sunset.  And here, for moments, all is as it should be. At least as I’ve worked it out in my head. Midges hatch, trout rise, and soon we will go to bed with the sun. Like being tucked in by a woodstove on a snowy day, this, is a world put to rights. Balanced, my feet on its tip-top, standing on its head peaked with white crowns. Here, I see clearly. Through the clouds that build every day is the reminder that while they are constant; yet they will part, break up, move on. The twilight will fall into darkness, and in the cycle of lives they are always there and will remain. Circling like seasons on a preschool felt board – Nature plays her hand as we learn. And hopefully, remember.

Remember these moments, which threaded together make the memories that make lives. Holes here and there, yet holding strong. They are a narrative of time, place, people – the stories that when once we reach the end, stick together like a song. Like the old one you pushed on a shelf, marked in a red-bound hymnal that comes back again and again, worming a hole in your ear and doubt. For in it, you can hear your mother singing and taste grape juice waiting for amen on your tongue. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Pulp Fly Volume Two

Pulp Fly Volume Two is now available for purchase...
...rife with good stories. 

For Kindle and Nook


Bruce Smithhammer
Erin Block
Tom Reed
Matt Smythe
Michael Gracie
Matt Dunn
Sarah Grigg
Tosh Brown
Chris Hunt
Will Rice
Pete McDonald
Alex Landeen
Bob White

Thursday, June 13, 2013

On Carp and Car Sickness

Runoff is in full swing here on Colorado’s Front Range. Like an old woman, the mountains slowly lose their white until only wisps are left straggling down. Winter’s tendrils grasping in cirques and north faces long into July.

Sometimes…they never leave.

Snowpack now makes small streams whitewater roar and reservoirs slowly fill back up again, after last year’s dismal low. The pounding snows of May came through at the end, like any good play in a game -- winter’s trump upon trump. Complete with cheering on my part. And any angler who did not, should have their license revoked, that’s what I say.   

The benefit of being a multi-species angler is evident at this time of year: I can still find good fishing. Water levels on the mudflats are higher and murkier than they have been -- and the buoy line on the best of the beaches has been placed, holding through the summer season to protect shoreline bird breeding habitat. But there are carp – and white bass, crappie, and smallmouth bass – cruising and willing (with enough convincing -- like fathers and borrowing the car when you're 16), to take a fly. 

While tailwater anglers must deal with each other and city-pond-fishers the homeless…reservoir carpers combat pelicans, bloated prairie dogs, and protective large-homed old women yelling out their windows should you get too close.

We waded far and deep, Jay, Ivan and I -- long rounds that would leave us all dehydrated and seeing phantoms – like walking through woods as night falls, with an active imagination. You can see almost anything. But that comes with the territory, I guess: moving water and blinding sun. Focusing on a single point while the world moves around you, keeps you steady. That’s why driving if you get carsick works.

So now, you just have to focus on the task at hand – that large shadow swiftly moving away – and catch up.

Monday, June 10, 2013

“Among the Dinosaurs,” American Angler

After an early spring morning (in both month and hour) of pike fishing with Ivan Orsic, Sean Hudson, Jay Zimmerman, and Russell Schnitzer, I was very pleased to be able work on an essay/photo collaboration with Russ.  You can find the piece, “Among the Dinosaurs,” published in the "Waterlines" department in the current issue (July/August 2013) of American Angler.