Endless Summer

Just a few quick thoughts on the hottest season today. And I think my most instinctive, spontaneous thought is: I’m ready for it to be over. I’m not a hot weather person and this summer has tested my endurance. I’m ready to see the greens of the maples begin to grade into orange and hear […]

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Keeping Pace

It’s been an interesting 5-month program as I’ve built toward my Oct. 2 marathon. I have to mention running every now and then because it’s as much or more a constant than fishing or writing for me. Even if there’s no event to train for, it’s usually the basis for all the rest of my […]

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Back to the Wild

I haven’t come close to spending months alone in the wild since the years written about in The Dying Fish but I manage to sneak in a few days and nights even while chained to Pittsburgh. The woodlands immediately east of the Allegheny Reservoir on the NY border have been intriguing to me for years […]

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Back to Basics

I’m late posting anything about my recent expeditions but I had an exceptional one a few weeks ago that I thought I’d share. With all the international turmoil in the world, all our domestic troubles surrounding the presidency and even my own pressing book events, it was good to lie down and sleep on a […]

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Heartland

I’ve been back from an engagement at the Heartland Institute for nearly a week and haven’t found time to pen anything about it, until now. However imperfectly I might have rendered my presentation (I seem to be my own worst critic here) I went away happy and fulfilled. I guess that goes along with having […]

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The Art of America

Over the course of five years I walked over 4,000 miles through the woods, studied dozens of trout streams and largely found my own path. I answered to no government official for what I was doing or why (well, almost never). America is one of the only places where this could have happened. Thirty eight […]

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Walking

My book, The Dying Fish, features a lot of walking – about 4,400 miles of it. And while walking that distance around a high school track may sound tedious, the journey through the Appalachians, Adirondacks and mountains of New England was anything but monotonous. I’m a runner – it’s just how I stay in shape. […]

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