Rainbrown.

October—autumn—golden aspen reveal jagged spruce, willow, and cottonwood already showing their change. Dampness hangs in the air. The sun’s warmth seems not so everlasting and much more appreciated as the days are noticeably shorter, which gives me a sense of urgency. Urgency that the green grass at my feet will soon be covered in white. Above 9,000 ft, the peaks already show what’s to come. And with the white comes the dark. An anticipated time of predictions was lofting abo

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...

So why is it that fishing trips go by so fast? First off let me be clear here... I’m not a lolly gagger, a side-tracker and/or the last...

A crazy low lying fog covered the exposed cobble and bank. The river was still slate blue and up above the post, storm clouds were moving...

I headed east out of town planning to meet up with my long time friend James at the usual spot, the fire house. It was just dawn and the...