The Adventures of Bob White

I stood next to the truck, and stared at the rolling hills of wheat stubble.

It looked like an old rod tube, and I thought, perhaps I’d found a vintage bamboo fly rod. Instead, I had found the map.

In October of 2015, I was asked by the BBC to help them film a documentary about who I am;…

“You know how to fly this thing?” The Boss yelled over the engine noise.

Oh shit, I thought, when I heard my father in the hallway, I’m in trouble now!

I know these two old guys.

I’ve always been fascinated with waterfowl from the arctic and sub-arctic regions, particularly sea ducks.

I’ve decided that the real heroes in life are rarely the obvious ones.

Well over six foot tall, with hands the size of small hams, Jack’s physical presence was only eclipsed by his experiences.

The measure of a guide’s competency is often determined by how well he improvises… and that depends on how prepared he is.

Luke’s tail thumped in the darkened corner of the cabin as I sat up in bed. The digital clock blinked 5:05, and there was a mug of hot coffee on the “Blazo Box”