Updated: Jul 10, 2020
Then all of a sudden, there we were. Straight from the airport. Three of us and a drift boat and a river unhinged and in the trees. Gusts to 30, temps in the 20’s and maybe two hours of fishable light before a 6 p.m. pull-out in the ice dark.
It’s all good though. Us three. We’re just getting warmed up.
Not here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass...
I closed my eyes for one inhale and exhale stood waiting and small sage on the wind reminding me that I am west again so many stars...
In just a short couple weeks, I’ll be heading out to Colorado for the 2015 Breckenridge Film Festival. As some of you may already know,...
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