When I was a senior in high school, I learned to fly fish with my dad in the mountains of North Carolina. We had a place up on Beech Mountain and I guess because A River Runs Through It just came out we had to do what every white guy it America was doing- big … Continue reading
Thanksgiving is a unique among holidays. Rivaled closely by Independence Day, by far the one I look forward to the most. Perhaps it’s the weather in North Carolina or the football we watch and play. I know it is the big one, with abundance of family and friends, just enough so you can all love … Continue reading
The back of my neck and hands are red and burning, there are multiple layers of sunscreen in the creases of my ears, nose and into my hair that is wild and greasy. It got to where we never saw a point in showering proper because in an hour or so we’d be covered in shrimp … Continue reading
There is nowhere on earth you that does not have a place to fish– seems God made it that way to keep men in the pursuit happy. When a batch of my oldest friends put together a guys trip to Kiawah Island this month– I found some water to cast to. Sure, we had lots … Continue reading
