I stumbled downhill through the persistent snow that still blanketed the forest floor here on the lake’s south slope. It wasn’t really easy to get the big sled down here without a trail but that’s what keeps this spot mine alone all winter long. I had little light left and I would reach […]Read more "Serenity Now"
I’ve been preoccupied with politics a lot since the beginning of the year, maybe too much. It seems like everyone is. The tone has grown shrill but the words ever more ineffectual. Late last year I found myself thinking about the often ineffective semblance of dialogue we carry on, talking past each other […]Read more "Our Moment On the Earth"
It’s about time I go back to basics, here at the close of 2018, and explain what the site’s really all about, what the commonality is between all my musings on amphibians, trails, fish and outdoors people, all of which are encountered here. And first: as to the site’s name: “The Dying Fish” […]Read more "Of Ecology and Liberty"
I recently read Michael Finkel’s account of the North Pond Hermit of Maine, a work entitled, The Stranger in the Woods. In my first entry on Christopher Knight (the hermit), I began to discuss his view of society, from the outside looking in, as it were, and my own similar perspective gained during the long […]Read more "A Stranger Response (Part II)"
In 1986 twenty-year old Chris Knight parked his Subaru Brat at the end of a northern Maine woods road, set the keys inside and walked away into the woods. What might have been expected in the days ahead was for Chris to get tired of the woods and start trying to find his way back […]Read more "A Stranger Response (Part 1)"
I’m a runner and I even race, occasionally. Like many of us, I started out with little 5k fun runs and progressed to ultramarathon class. (To some ultra runners, my ultras would still be twice-round-the-block fun runs.) As a runner and observer of runners, I’ve noticed a general trend: Youthful runners right out […]Read more "Lessons from the Long Trail"
Over the last couple of years, I’ve done almost all my fly fishing with an English fellow, Nigel. We’ve shared the same waters but almost always attack those waters from different angles. I charge in, throwing the largest streamers I think might fit between the jaws of a fat brown while Nigel […]Read more "Invasive Ideas"