A Monster of the Darkness

I was in that deep rest.  The kind of rest just before sleep when the back of the Waterman went off like a scene in Jaws.  The drag of the giant saltwater reel holding our swordfish rod screamed and stressful shouts came from Brian Trow, “Currier! Currier! Currier!”...

Fly Fishing for Fish with Bills

Wake up time at 4:15 AM came so abruptly I had no idea where I was.  For me it was 2:15 AM because my body was still on Mountain Time.  Then I heard the voices of the Mossy Creek Trow brothers and my new friend, Art Webb.  My senses bounced into action.  I was at...