Once upon a time I didn’t need a reason to go fishing. It was compelling, exciting, mysterious and what I’d learned from my dad to do with free time. I just wanted to see the bobber dive and feel a heavy pulse on the line. There was joy in catching bluegills and trout and […]Read more "Why We Fish"
I hope that people who attempt to read The Dying Fish will see it through to the end. The simple-minded first half, chronicling day to day life in the woods, is setting the stage for something grander in the second half. Hopefully, something worth your time. A few years back, I picked up a […]Read more "Aldo Leopold Revisited"
How do you deal with change? This question addresses one of the most fundamental partitions among humans, I think. During my long walks through the eastern mountains, recounted in The Dying Fish, I became painfully aware that, really, it was all change. If there are others who think I’m right about this, then it seems […]Read more "Warming to Change"
The photo used here is not my own and, regrettably, I’m unable to find the photographer’s name. In today’s early morning hours, my mother, Joy Keith, passed away. Her days ended at a constant care facility here in Pittsburgh’s North Hills after a long struggle with cancer. She was at peace as she left, ready […]Read more "She Never Left Home"
Can we at least agree that the March for Science was a political demonstration? If you saw any footage or read any of the press coverage, we really ought to be able to agree on this, at least. So, when science becomes a political position, it’s difficult to stand in opposition to it, lest we […]Read more "Marching in Lock-Step with Science"
Yes. I mean it. If you want to experience adventure, see more wildlife, push your fitness to the limit or maybe just catch more fish, break all the rules. If you want to experience all that the natural world has to offer, then you have to break rules. Featured pack stove by Emberlit I could […]Read more "Break All the Rules"
“It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still […]Read more "More on the Map to Trails Untried, Untrod"