I originally wrote these stories for the amusement of family and friends. They are largely autobiographical (I have taken some artistic license with certain details) and most are, at least tangentially, about fly fishing.  My wife Bev and I have the good fortune to live and fish in Central Pennsylvania and, while we don't have a trout stream in our back yard, we can be on the nearest one within five minutes of leaving the house.


I hope you can relate to what I have attempted to express about rural life, relationships, and imagination as you read.





Color photo of a brown trout with a fly in its mouth. Pulled to the surface by the flyfisher it is half in and half out of the water.

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