The Adventures of Bob White

Our collaboration has always been a great source of positive energy and pride for me, and I’d like to believe, for John also.

My fascination with flies started the moment I found my father’s old fly box in a dusty corner of the garage.

I went to bed that night trying to imagine what it would take to shoot a dove out of the busy sky over a sunflower field.

Do I really want to tell my son about this? I thought… oh hell, why not?

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. ~ Henry David Thoreau

The wet tundra went on forever beneath the dense layer of fog, and there was a distinct, knife-edged line between the two.

My friend Bob and I had a deal, and the agreement was this; every summer, for one day, we’d fish somewhere new.

It had been a difficult week, which sometimes happens…even in Alaska.

The 2016 Musky Madness trip report.

“When the amount of a tip begins to hurt,” he said. “That’s just about right.”