Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Two years ago tonight, one of my best friends was murdered for no reason, bumping into a chump at a Halloween party. He taught me how to snowboard, we learned to surf together, ollie together, and we caused enough fun and trouble to be locked up for life.
Charles Coogan Kelly, I miss you more than ever. We'll ride together soon.

Sunday, October 25, 2009


I came upon a sleeping buck
He dove across the sage and scrub
and nothing bound him to his bed
The bed I served to roust him from
the earth held no ties and
the dog chased him
his freedom chased me
my spirit scraping knees on the scrub
nothing I could do but watch
and the sky made no remarks
the bounds were enough to drown most men
And I was a steamship looking down on them.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I fell in love with rivers, of their very nature and what they have taught me. I fell in love with their truth, their sincerity, and their unforgiving fortitude. If you've stood in one as much as I have, you'll feel the same.

Friday, October 23, 2009

There are those times..

when you find something you weren't looking for, and these are things that complement your beliefs, shrink your world, and make you slightly closer to that dangerous feeling of contentment.

Via Buster, I discovered this last night.

Drinking Song, by Jim Harrison

I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization.
I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink.
I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it,
I was born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and drink.

I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the river,
the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing and drinking.

After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and all
my poems were born dead, I decided I would only fish and drink.

Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the brain.

What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish and drink?

In the river was a trout and I was on the bank, my heart in my chest,
clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing and drinking.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Blasting Birds is always Fun.

Beer, Bird, Dinner, Dog, My old youth 20 Gauge, and a fall day that was T-shirt weather.
Rosie scores her first bird that she didn't chew up, and I got a measly morsel.
That bitch is getting bacon wrapped and shallot shoved as soon as I blast a few more.
Dove, Quail, and Chuckar Feast coming soon. You bring the beer, I'll shove some birds in yer face.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

The Job Interview handshake grip.

I even donated about a dozen newly tied micro-mays to the river at one point today.
I guess we're even.

I busted this guys party up. Sorry if I CB'd you you ole bastard.
I still need to go blast a deer this fall. My freezer is empty.

Today it was good to get the fuck out of dodge and spend some alone time with my mistress.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Projects

Lenny called me up and invited me up to "The Project". This place was restored by a prestigious fish school. I'll leave it at that.
It's on private land, and Lenny married into the family.
There are some monsters in here, I had a healthy brown hit my streamer nearly right in front of me. My old buddy Grayson had a brown on in the 25+ range in the summer.
But today it was the average 14 to 16 inch wild rainbows who were hammering our streamers. All streamers, all day. That's the best way to fish in my book. Dry flies are fun, but when these wild bows tackle your #4, you get to go for a ride.
first blood

average fish

Lenny and his lobster.