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It’s ok to admit your failures, and so far I’ve gotten just one email for the anti-hero photo contest, and Murdock forgot to attach his photo, so it’s time to switch it up. I’m still giving away the j fisher hat, but now it goes to the first person to identify the author of this passage [...]

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Holy Fucking Shit. If I had to choose three words to sum up Rich Murphy’s encyclopedic Fly Fishing For Striped Bass, these would serve the purpose. The words hold special relevance to me in relation to this fish, because they are exactly what I uttered the first time I felt the whump of a striper [...]

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Writing I Like: Brother Man

Down by the foot of the lane where it met the sea, he stooped down on his haunches and watched the moon lift out of the womb of the sea. She came up beyond the strip of land that neatly enclosed the harbour, thrusting out an arm from east to west. And he saw how [...]

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BOOK REVIEW: Backcast

This is not a fishing book. It is a book in which the author uses a fly fishing trip to Alaska as a vehicle into deep personal introspection. In his writing, the author Lou Ureneck references a quote from Socrates that, “the unexamined life is not worth living.” These pages represent an examined life.
Ureneck invites [...]

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I apologize for the delay in posting the winner of the Fishing Jones Six-Word Short Story Contest. (False albacore will do that to a person.) Some contest changes. First, Orvis has generously offered to provide the winner with a Wonderline fly line of his choice–much better than a t-shirt. Second, my sis the lit prof [...]

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The contest is over. The winner will be announced tomorrow. Here, in no particular order, is the list of all submissions, with attribution:
Rained hard, river’s blown. Driving home. –Wyatt of Fly Times.
The boat sunk. My mother cried. –Darrell of AlphaTrilogy.
Wait–line tightens then snaps–wait. –Anonymous
Sipping brown. Cast. Mend. W…a…i…t… (Damn.)  –Christian
Wanton river. Torrid affair. Single again. — [...]

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A couple of days ago I posted on Hemingway and his efforts on a six-word short story:
For sale: baby shoes, never used.
I wondered if fishing writers could do the same and came up with my own:
The hook straightened. I quickly retied.
And somebody actually responded–Wyatt from Fly Times:
Rained hard, river’s blown. Driving home.
So now I am [...]

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Overwriting bothers me. Nothing will make me put down a book or navigate away from a blog faster than a writer in love with his own words. The best writers don’t get in the way of their own stories. It’s cliche to love Hemingway, I know, but I don’t care. He’s the best. Reading him [...]

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LIT: Droppin’ Melville

Great Quote from Moby Dick:
Say, you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it…Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are [...]

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Sundog, By Jim Harrison

One of my favorite quotes from Jim Harrison’s book Sundog:
“Marshall told me scornfully that most people have no idea where electricity comes from. It’s almost equally true with food, I responded. But many educated people find it unpleasant that either comes from anyplace. It is a philosophical inconvenience that rivers be diverted and controlled or [...]

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