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The watcher, the sentinel, the interceptor, protection from the powers and principalities who won’t like what you write, who have keen interest in keeping those with no say silenced
Rough-hewn ponderings on woodsmoke, fried squirrel, dirt roads, creek water, generational curses, and living in the Anthropocene
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The watcher, the sentinel, the interceptor, protection from the powers and principalities who won’t like what you write, who have keen interest in keeping those with no say silenced

It's a fine line

I wasn’t sure how the moonshine anecdote would go over with parents and teachers, and I suspect there was great surprise when I named James Baldwin as an inspiration.

How else can we construct a bridge between what science tells us and its effect on our lives other than to admit we are, in fact, experiencing these changes to the world with our animal senses

Out in the chicken coop, just beyond reach of the back porch light, the white leghorn rooster yells into the gloom of a late winter predawn.

Before I get into why I did this, let me say I am honored beyond words that legendary Ozarkian and scholar of our ways, Brooks Blevins, agreed to write a foreword for my latest collection of essays, manifest now as a book.

I’ll bet there were rogue Skittles on the floor of Renee’s and Becca’s SUV, probably some smashed French fries under the mats.

Do you remember the callus?

Nothing but trees—oak, black gum, and hickory all ablaze in color—surround the highway on both sides.

It’s best for everyone if we in the fly-fishing media keep our focus on trout