We Don’t Need No Stinking Fishing Pole

Back in the day, my late friend Jamie used to tell a whopper of a fish story. He told an elaborate tale about catching trout with his bare hands. No fishing pole, bare hands only. The story and the location and techniques employed stayed consistent with each telling, and Jamie always told it so wellContinue reading “We Don’t Need No Stinking Fishing Pole”

The Promise of New

Most folks I’ve talked to were rather happy to see 2023 end. It’s not that it was necessarily a horrible year filled with wholesale war and disease and civil disorder and apocalyptic horsemen and mayhem. And while the weather wasn’t exactly ideal, it wasn’t really that horrible either. It seems that 2023 was simply “oneContinue reading “The Promise of New”

Sheena, Chico, and Cholo

The first time I met Sheena did not end well. Half Golden Retriever, half Irish Setter, Sheena was a gorgeous dog with a fiery red-orange coat and magnificent, elegant feathering. Her chest was deep and her build slender and athletic. Her movement was graceful and fluid, she simply glided along with paws barely touching theContinue reading “Sheena, Chico, and Cholo”