Connecticut Fly Angler

 It took a fair bit of effort to get to the cleared, grassy hilltop my partner in field herping, Bruce, and I walked on warm, sunny late sum...

 My shoulders slumped and I lifted my chin, eyes closed, as piping hot water ran down my back. An ex-girlfriend of mine used to say she like...

 Frank Mundus fished for monsters. Monsters meant one thing: sharks. The living inspiration for Captain Quint, Mundus was apparently a fitti...

 Winding roads swung through the hilly back woods of the American South, taking me closer and closer to a land I'd dreamed about for yea...

 Many things set me on the path I follow today. One such thing is a copy of a book titled No Shortage of Good Days, by John Gierach. That co...