I wrote a letter last night to a fellow who wants to learn to ice-fish this winter, a letter meant to prepare him for the harsh realities of the world of ice-fishing in advance of my January arrival where I will take on the role of personal trainer for a few days, demonstrating the cutting […]Read more "First Epistle to Wisconsin"
Fishing is the finest pasttime known to man and one reason for this is that your enthusiasm for it can quickly be “re-set” if it ever becomes dull. The people I’ve met who have given up fishing over time usually describe years of going to the same places and fishing for the same things, imagining […]Read more "Hope Springs Eternal"
I don’t see wild places as too crowded. I’m generally alone when I’m in the woods. And I have no shortage of outdoor experiences to write about, only a shortage of time to write. I see people on social media and elsewhere complaining constantly about over-crowding and lack of opportunities though and I thought maybe […]Read more "Hike Your Own Hike, Live Your Own Life"
This will be a very simple post about a nice place in the West Virginia woods. Dick and Martha Hartley have deep family roots in the red clay soils of western West Virginia. They grew up with the simple pleasures that the wooded countryside could offer, content yet ambitious, I think. They met […]Read more "A Place Worth Seeing"
The blog you’re now reading is named after my 2016 book, “The Dying Fish (A Sojourn to the Source)” In 2007 I began hiking north from Dawson County Georgia along the spine of the Appalachians. I would attempt to walk through the entire native eastern range of the brook trout which would […]Read more "The Dying Fish"
Since joining Facebook a couple of years back, I’ve repeatedly run into kind of a generic post that circulates in outdoor groups. It reads something like this: I want to hike (or fish or run trails or snowshoe) but I live in Dayton, Ohio (Or any other city on the whole North American […]Read more "TRUE OUTDOORSMANSHIP"
I love to watch the season change late every year and there’s nowhere better to watch this than the state of New York. It’s overlooked as an outdoorsman’s paradise, I think. I’ve lived all over the east and I believe this to be true. If there were no further considerations than outdoors possibilities, I would […]Read more "I Love NY"
My years alone in the wild left me with many impressions – some more profound, some less so. The hermit-like wanderings certainly helped me figure out what’s really needed to live in this world; it’s not hard to determine when you’ve got to carry it all on your back. Living in such a real and […]Read more "Big Adventure in a Tiny Car"
Today I’m sharing a short article of mine that ran in several newspapers this winter. While in Minnesota, some of the gentlemen of the North Country Trail Association had described to me the difficulty of introducing their favorite long trail to residents of the towns through which it passed. Though it had […]Read more "The Long Trail"
“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 "The Map to Trails Untried, Untrod"