The Adventures of Bob White

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.”

“I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.”

Thirty-one years ago I showed up on a ranch in Argentina…

“None but a coward dares to boast that he has never known fear.”

Fishing guides are an interesting study in the human condition.

As September deepens, so do summer friendships, and the circle around the bonfire grows tighter in response.

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”

All manner of wonderful things can be found in the boxes behind the old wood stove.