A few days ago, I launched my new film called “The Evolution of An Angler,” and then I took cover, waiting for the fallout. You see, the film is the story of my journey from childhood to present. I revisit how my view of the world evolves over time with experience and with the need to ask myself hard questions.
You may be surprised to learn that people spend more time in bed than they do participating in sports and leisure activities. This doesn’t seem right. I would much rather be on a river in the Gaspé region of Quebec, angling for Atlantics, than sawing logs. … I battle Stage 3 neurological Lyme disease and co-infections, a chronic affliction that will result in an early death because of improper treatment of the infection(s) that are transmitted by the bite of a single tick.
Modern day tricks are common in trophy fish photographs because anglers love to see big fish photos. This picture looks odd because the fish and the people (myself included) are not to scale. I wanted to show you this shot to make the point that these sorts of pictures can cause problems. The common practice […]
Earlier this month, Cassandra Ogle read that Morgan Freeman died. And just like Cassandra, 60,000 people rushed to find out more about Morgan Freeman’s death — only to find out it was just another sick Internet hoax. Ogle wrote, “Thought he died, Googled it and found it was a hoax. Man, who … jokes about […]
Do you ever have days when you wonder why you even bother? Would anyone even notice if you didn’t show up? I’m having more and more of “those days,” it seems. Today, for example. I watched as my dear husband dragged his battle-weary bones out the door. He was headed to the airport on his […]
Women have been fishing alongside men forever, but our contributions have been greatly undervalued or left out altogether. Reading this “Journal of Sport History” article helped me to build a timeline in my own mind, an important first step in rewriting the history of fly fishing. Our true history will better reflect voices that would otherwise […]
I was a year old when “The Red Fisher Show” hit the airwaves on Saturday afternoons on CTV. My parents must have set my playpen in front of the “tube” or CRT television (no flat screen back then) to watch “Scuttlebutt Lodge, the Tall Tale Capital of the World.” I grew up with dreams and big ideas, the excitement of possibilities. It was not like my mother’s generation, where you were what your husband did.