Rainbrown.

The metal cleats dig into the asphalt. Metallic grinding—a kind of bright sound—changes tone when I challenge it by stepping on the...

On Father’s Day, my family decided to visit a privately owned wildlife park east of town. With the promise of wolves, bears, and mountain...

This past year I’ve noticed something…Of all things to be aware of, I’ve noticed my attitude change, really. Small, subtle shifts that at...

June was weird. Lots of rain and cool temps threw off the river. Flows were still very high, and from experience I knew it would be a...

Funny to look back at the last several years and take note of where I’ve fished. Some rivers I’ve fished more than others. Some I’ve...

October, autumn, golden aspens reveal jagged spruce, willow, and cottonwood already showing their change. Dampness hangs in the air, the...

March means the sanctioned trip to the Juan. A shake-down, really—full of nagging questions: Do I still know how to fish? Do I still...

It’s only in reflection that I realize the significance of fishing alone. It never really dawned on me until I was texting a friend a...

Since the birth of my son, my life has changed. It’s taken me a year and then some to adjust. My waders now have plenty of time to dry...

Since relocating to New Mexico, I have to travel for excellent water. Pros: experiencing different water with new situations and...

There's always this guy- this one guy, that guy....... the guy. He's easily identified by his rod tube that is limp... or shall I say...

I'm in baby jail but it's not as bad as I first thought. I've been hitting my local acequia spots on a regular basis. Now the joggers and...