The sky was filled with thick gray clouds that rolled into each other and glowed white and almost purple on the edges. It was cool and windy and the yellow sugar maple leaves stood out surprised from the deep green hemlocks. Frank was wearing a 12 thick red plaid shirt. He had missed a button so it was crooked. [...]
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Pulp Fly, Vol. 1 coming to Kindle
Introducing PULP FLY: Fly-fishing’s new voices release a compelling e-book anthology. April 1st; mark that date on your calendar. That is when Pulp Fly: Vol. 1 goes live on Amazon’s Kindle. (Yup, April Fool’s Day, no kidding!) The line up of authors come from several different corners of the web, including yours truly, Mr. WindKnot. [...]
Bonefish on the fly?… Let It Roll
New Flatswalker / Fish-Bones film. The dude doing all the talking/singing/thumbs-upping is your’s truly, Mr. WindKnot. Other than that, it’s sort of self explanatory. Enjoy. (And also, vimeo rocks. Fe’ reel, dred.) (PS Wow, has technology come a long way; that 2009 Andros vid looks like it was shot on my phone… a 2005 Nokia something… max [...]
Christmas Eve
December 24, 2011 Head east, past the cruise ships, tourist traps, and taxis, past the miles of coastline, muddied by the winds of the last fortnight. Small bays open unexpectedly around corners glimmering blue through vignettes of seagrape groves, crowned by black and white reefs. Spindrift mists the windscreen, blurring details. The horizon seems impossibly far off. [...]
The Traveler
Dec. 7, 2011: South of Chicago. 0214 hrs. Dark waves of asphalt rose and fell like deep ocean swells, passing easily beneath. The traveler’s eyes stared out blankly over wine-dark waters and a rushing, moonless night. The trees—and they were indeed trees, scattered carelessly over the landscape and leaning, drunkenly, like tombstone in a ghost-town [...]
