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Honey Goat With Baby Goat |
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Reaching for clouds or fly line? |
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Southern Oregon Traffic Jam |
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Wood Pile left by “Nom Rat” |
At PLAYA in December I finished my 79-page Lost Salmon and had it published July 11 by MoonPath near Seattle. Earlier this month, in my second PLAYA residency, I finished my 62-page Hawk on Wire: Ecopoems (previously titled Chewaucan Wars), and started A Creek I Never Fished. I met wonderful residents and locals, and caught some fish. In nearby Paisley, I saw this cardboard sign:
“Lemon
ade
Name your price”
On a distant river, I had an interesting conversation with a local:
Wrong Turn
The local says nom rats cut and stacked wood piles.
“They must be big,” I offer.
“They is,” he says, “the size of John Deere tractors.”
I laugh and ask for a fishing spot.
“Well, you’ll need a detailed map,” he smiles.
“How detailed?” I ask.
“God’s.”
Thanks to Northwest Fishing Reports for publishing my new article “Hook More Fish.”
Thanks to The Columbian newspaper in Vancouver, WA, for publishing my letter to the editor in which I wrote “By now it’s obvious, saving climate from catastrophe means saving salmon from catastrophe.”
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