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I crouched and slowly walked towards the downed log that lay across the small creek. Our new puppy had jumped into the hole below and was quickly f...

I’m writing to you today, after reading a poem about children leaving handprints all around, and then someday, growing up and the handprints simply...

  I have many stories of venturing out with my dad and grandpa to go fly fishing, but the one that changed everything for me happened the year I tu...

With Mother's Day fast approaching, I've been thinking a lot about my Mom and Dad. I know it's not nice to brag, but my parents are the BEST!!! Sur...

In the expansive desert East of the Oregon Cascades, great gouges score the landscape. And, where three converge as one, the awe that is endowed up...

One of my fondest childhood memories is of riding on the shoulders of my father, cool fresh air filling my lungs and the wonderful sound of flowing...

Being in lockdown, I’ve found myself feeling lucky that I can spend this time around my family. That I can get to know each of my children a little...

I’m frequently asked, “how do you get started with fly fishing?” I immediately start thinking about all of the necessary tools, flies, leader, pole...

The school bell held it’s breath for what seemed like an eternity before it rang out loud and clear. The last day of school was over, we were free!...

If it were anyone else, an arrow through the middle of their head would’ve scared me right out of my socks, but with Papa Carpenter, the likely-hoo...

I must have watched a million (actually just 2 or 3 but stick with me for dramatic effect) YouTube video’s that made it look so easy to catch speck...

When I was growing up, every corner of the world seemed to hold adventure. Mind you, I grew up on a 3,000 acre plot of land in the heart of Central...