There I was, standing in the creek, tossing a tiny fly into the outflow of a waste treatment plant as snow came down around me. Geese flew overhead, perhaps going somewhere warmer. A robin was standing directly in the pipe, pecking seemingly invisible morsels of food. Between bites, it stared at me, as if to ask… Read more...

I had been standing in the frigid water casting a tiny fly at the pipe for an hour when Sam waded over to join me. I should have sent him a map; the spot can be hard to find. We fished it for a while, Sam with his corn and ultralight, me with my various… Read more...