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WHY DO WE DO THIS?
THERE'S A REASON WE'RE WILLING TO SUFFER SO MUCH IN THE PURSUIT OF FISH AND GAME It was the morning of October 28, opening day of rifle season, and I had hunted 40 days without seeing an elk. After you shoot an elk, hundreds of pounds of hide, bone, and meat are on the ground, and when your hunting is over, your work has just begun. The moment you start calculating miles and drawing a line beyond which you won't hunt, or start ruling out places where you'd have to haul meat uphill, is the moment you are no longer an elk hunter, just as the day that you roll over in the sleeping bag at 5 A.M. rather than pulling on halffrozen waders, you are no longer a steelhead fisherman.
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WISE MEN OF THE PRAIRIE
Soon the rancher, Roger; his wife, Betsy; and their tow-headed daughters were scouring the yard in a kind of October Easter egg hunt. [...]for now, our corner of the dream remains intact, even if the gifts of opening day are no longer centered in the scope. Nor do I recall shooting one the day that Dean Center handed me an exquisitely carved piece of his woodworking, a maplewood cartridge case with a removable wood bullet to commemorate the publication of my second novel.
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The Wishing Tree
The last time I drove between the spires of jack pines that line the road to Wa Wa Sum, I had just turned 20 and was working summers for the Michigan Department of Natural Resources.There we would stay for a month or more, on occasion trading our campsite for one on another river if the mayfly hatch was peaking there, but never for more than a few days and always coming back.The next summer I would dangle a Gold Ribbed Hare's Ear on a length of leader tied around my finger between the logs of that riprap and catch my first squirming trout.[...]if you went up or down a few miles in either direction, a lot had happened here.First big trout, first beer, first beer too many, first kiss, first massasauga rattlesnake.Looking back, I'm pretty sure that snake was the least dangerous of the temptations I would first succumb to on the Au Sable River.On the morning I had to leave, I parked at the river and walked onto the grassy flat studded with oak trees.FS The sixth novel in Keith McCafferty's Sean Stranahan mystery series, Cold Hearted River, will be published on July 4.
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SONS of SANTIAGO
[...]whereas he would shortly be trying to get out of Cuba, we were plotting to get in-to see and fish this country before the embargo lifts and the high rises go up, the fleets of classic automobiles are lost to collectors, and the inshore fishing becomes fishing like anywhere else monied anglers exercise their passion-the mother ship, the Wi-Fi hookup, the fisherman hustled between flats on a modern bonefish skiff, seeing no more of the country or its people than he would by staying in the States. Along with two friends, who are his fellow guides and business partners-Lázaro Cotayo Cedeño, a fisheries biologist who used to run the crocodile reserve in Ciénaga de Zapata National Park, and Lázaro Viñola, whose house on the Bay of Pigs is where we are renting rooms-Filipe is acutely aware of the pressures that bear on the ecosystem here and that threaten his way of life. The idea is that you cast the fly a short distance in front of the fish (not a long lead like you give bonefish, because you want the permit to hear the fly land), count it down, and then strip slowly. [...]if the bonefish is the Oh, wow! and tarpon the Holy s - - t!, the permit is the It's a miracle! fish. Because with permit things almost always go wrong, even if you do everything right.
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Boxcar Blues
Only the river was the same-the roaring rope that invites you to drown but you fish anyway, because the steelhead run to 30 pounds and they are born in America, and I didn't have the money to drive into British Columbia to find a canyon as grand or fish so frightening. For a half dozen years, my son and I had pitched a tent a mile or so downstream near the head of a rapid, and we'd climb up to this boxcar after fishing to cook our dinner and listen to the World Series on a transistor radio. Nick Adams also had crossed through burned-over country to get to a river, the Fox in Michigan's U.P. True, he was shell-shocked from the war and looking to nature for the restoration of his soul, whereas all I suffered from were the overloaded circuits of the era and a father's loss as his children leave home to start adult lives.
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THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW
On that night in Scotland, with the crofton the hill and the river singing in its sleep, I decided on a pair of flies-a Blue Charm for the point and a pattern called the Medicine for the dropper. [...]the cat's name was Silk, who lived to be 21, and the catalog of rivers had grown to include the Platte, the Betsie and the Manistee in Michigan, and Montana's Madison.
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HIGH SECURITY
Single-strap safety belts can turn you upside down or squish stomach contents up and into your air passage and suffocate you when you breathe them into your lungs-not a pleasant way to go. Signal for help before trying to stand up-an injured spine may buckle under your weight, leaving you paralyzed.
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