A Fishing Tail

The morning’s hunt in the Ozark National Forest had ended with four fat gray squirrels riding home in my truck. As I cleaned the squirrels, readying them for a simmering pot of potatoes, carrots, onion, celery and a blend of seasonings, the white-tipped fur on each tail caught my eye. It seemed wasteful to throw…

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Swing Away

Fly line rips the river’s surface like scissors sliding across silk as Michael McLellan propels his two-handed, Scottish-style fly rod across the blue-green waters of the upper White River. As the line slices through the air, its loop unrolls gracefully until the fly plunks, momentum spent, into the murk on the back side of a…

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