Tag: winter
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Seasons of Change
Gone are the summer evenings of sunlight and splendor. Fallen are the leaves of autumn once more. Bright mornings give way to early darkness as a new season approaches. The rivers are much cooler now and the snow will be flying soon. I even had ice in my guides while fishing this weekend, which acted…
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Signs of Spring
“All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.” – Marie Curie My father and I visited Cheesman Canyon last week in search of trout and nature. It’s a Front Range fishery near Denver, so the days tend to warm more rapidly throughout the calendar year compared to other…
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A Day on the Water
No alarm set, but I still wake up early. I get to go fishing today. My coffee tastes just a little bit better because it’s Saturday. My truck is ready and willing to take me to the river and starts without a fuss. The wind is supposed to gust over 30mph later on so the…
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Reverse Poem: The Best of Everything
I was reading about reverse poems and wanted to give one a shot. Read from top to bottom and bottom to top. Get the best of everything don’t settle for less and work hard for what you deserve because happiness is on the horizon Aim high battle the slow drip of mediocrity and take the…
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One of One
You are one of one. Just like each unique snowflake that has ever taken flight, you are you and you are special, so don’t forget it. The holiday season presents many joys, challenges, special moments and yes, presents. Families come together from afar or just down the street to celebrate much more than just togetherness.…
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Holiday Greetings
I love and hate airports, but mostly love them. Watching the anticipation of a holiday greeting makes me smile even though 99.99% of the people I witness smile, hug, or cry, I will never see again. There’s just something about it. Let’s be honest, holiday travel isn’t easy sometimes and Mother Nature rarely cooperates so…
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The Best Laid Plans
I can’t decide if fishing teaches me about life or if life teaches me about fishing. Perhaps it truly doesn’t matter, but at some point, we’ve all carefully crafted an immaculate plan that fell flat on its face. A couple years ago, I was fishing the Fryingpan River on a simply stunning July day and got my…



