The Adventures of Bob White

During my first season in Alaska all the guides gathered around a bonfire each night to unwind, review the day, and listen to Rusty.

I look forward to spring, but feel conflicted about wishing away what’s left of our Minnesota winter.

I once read, in a book by Farley Mowat, that there are dozens of words in the Inuit language for snow.

It was cold the other morning and I decided to warm the studio with the first fire of the season.

Life isn’t long enough for love and art. W. Somerset Maugham I am drawn to the moon. It’s ripening, death,…

Painting for the Closing Column in Ducks Unlimited Magazine – Celebrating DU’s 75th Anniversary

The most potent muse of all is our own inner child. — Stephen Nachmanovitch The restlessness in the air was…

I hang out on an internet fly fishing board that has a whole lot more going on than the latest recipe for tying wooly buggers.

Much of my summer in Alaska was cold and wet, and upon my return home, I was plenty ready to…

I first traveled to Alaska in 1984, and worked there as a fishing guide for eighteen summers.

Join me while I paint “The Little Prince”. There’s a neat surprise at the end! Shortly before the holidays, I…

  The morning was cold and clear, but it held no joy. The decision was made: this would be our…