IT STARTED WITH A CAST, an offering, that didn’t get hooked in the willows behind you or the pine tree overhead but instead sailed out above the water and landed near the intended zone, near enough anyway, that something took it. Whether or not a fish was hooked matters little. It was a proposal, and…
— Michal Murri It’s getting dark now so I’m going for it. Through crawling along the bottom of this dark and dreary river, I’m headed for shore, across this riffle, bringing my wings and wishes with me. I’ve been here for two years, ya know, “foraging,” as they say, on tiny plant matter and other…
Three, is the magic number — Blind Melon Portrait of a Passionate Trio On a fishing trip, or a road journey of any kind, really, three people offers the perfect mix. One to drive, one to handle tunes and navigate, and one to sit in back and pass important items up front when necessary.