Dear Everett
A letter to an unborn son about the summer his mother waded a river for trout, six months pregnant and unbothered.
A letter to an unborn son about the summer his mother waded a river for trout, six months pregnant and unbothered.
A daughter watches her mother dance at a music festival and remembers learning to fly fish the same way, by watching.
Before the fly rod, there was a bass boat full of cousins, life jackets, and a bullhead that needed the hook taken out.