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!”   I was dozing upstairs in the … Read more

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 … Read more