When I was 10 years old, fishing an inlet off the river behind our family’s animal hospital, I caught a snapping turtle of considerable size. At that point in my angling life, I used a…
Homeground
March 1st 2026
Ephemeral
At 10, I believed all rivers flowed south, pulled by gravity, down the face of a map. These many years later, such a notion seems naïve. Yet that idea – built upon a certain…
December 1st 2025
Vanishing Winter
At the start of January, cold air slides along the Allegheny Front. Days are short, and the temperature hovers near zero in the valley, even colder on the mountain. Earlier this afternoon I…
September 1st 2025
Reservoir
Today, four days from the end of October, I plan to walk the edge of a small creek. As the raven flies, it’s 15 miles east of our house, two ridges into the Ridge and Valley, yet…