He walked down the riverbank without hurry. And, as it is when a man is without hurry, when a man has neither a goal nor a destination, he looked upon things and saw things.
When I was growing up, this time of year was magazine season for me. Fishing opportunities in rural Delaware during the dead of winter were, shall we say, limited: especially if you’re not old enough to drive. My fishing excursions during the coldest months were restricted to daydreaming as I thumbed through the pages of Field & Stream and Outdoor Life. The articles in those magazines seemed almost magical to a young me, and truly those “world class” mountain salmon & trout rivers I was reading about might as well been in Middle Earth from my perspective. Continue Reading