Sunday, December 26, 2010

Back Home - Three Days Later

Never, ever, Ever
return South
and smugly suggest
that you're tired of snow

The Cosmos listens

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Back Home

Back Home
Been North too long
Love seeing the Family, but

Tired of driving. Tired of snow
Tired of driving in snow
Tired of asking "What day is it?"
Tired of having it matter

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Merry Christmas!!!

During this most blessed of seasons,
may your travels be safe, may your heart be light,
and may the stream of your life be filled with fat and happy trout.

Merry Christmas

Sunday, December 5, 2010


Airborne, my light blue heron Sharkskin disappeared into the thick, falling snow; slate grey strand invisible against the backdrop of heavy, leaden skies and white-coated tree branches. Without visual cues, the other senses are enjoined – feeling the flex of the rod, hearing the textured line whisper through iced stainless steel guides, sensing the gentle rhythms of the slow, steady tick-ticking metronome that is the cast.

There’s magic in fishing the first snow.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

'Twas the Week Before Christmas... Again

A Holiday Repost of a Beloved MGF Christmas Classic
(Hey, it works for The Grinch)

'Twas the week before Christmas and down on the Haw
Not a fish was arisin', the weather was raw.
The water was frigid and brisk was the air,
Too chilly for fishing, but I didn’t care.

The largemouth were nestled down deep in their pools
While bluegill and sunfish were nobody’s fools.
And I in my waders and old fishing cap,
As usual, just couldn’t cast worth a crap.