There was something magical about putting my very own baseball glove on my hand for the first time. I’ll never forget the moment my father passed down his grandad’s shotgun to me, the Labor Day weekend before third grade. I’ll never forget my first fly rod. Before I bought it, I was a guy that … Continue reading
Those mountains hang over me every time I see them– from the rowdy spiraling drop into the Jackson airport, as I unravel the line from my spool and thread guides on the back porch. The clouds drift over those jagged hills, shadows change and they remain there. They stand and beckon me with a senseless … Continue reading
* Gone Out West is the fifth chapter in Providence: A Story by William Kelly A grasshopper. Long and thick foam cigarette butt with appendages. Floating out there with Geppetto over the rocks. Pale foam body underneath the furry parts. A thick synthetic post over its thorax and grizzly chicken hackle spun around. Turkey wings … Continue reading
Big Haint Blue 