The Mad Fishicist
A fly rodding, sheep stalking, moose calling, guitar trying, bird watching, fly tying, Katie loving stay-at-home-dad.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Mommy

I am amazed by Sophia like I am amazed by you: hourly, exponentially, and eternally.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Magic

"Or whipping its rough surface for a trout..."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Adirondacs
Red cheek and stripe. Hypnotic spots on a streamlined body. Nature's perfect predator and prey. I'm starting to believe that what I love most about these animals is the finding--the magic of making invisible things visible, and letting them disappear again.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Argumentum Maternus

He made this woman to raise me--a plan impossible to ignore.
Happy birthday to my mother, mentor, foundation, and friend.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
Satisfaction








"A voice said, 'He was a big one.'" It could have been my brother, or it could have been the fish circling back in the air and bragging about himself behind my back."
-Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
Fishing has always left me wanting more. One more fish. One more cast. One more hole...
Fishing with my brother has finally left me wanting nothing
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