Fish This! – An elemental essay on the angler
By Andrew Cremata At first glance, learning the art of ...
By Andrew Cremata At first glance, learning the art of ...
By Andrew Cremata At low tide, great blue herons wade ...
By Andrew Cremata When it started raining, we were two ...
By Andrew Cremata After bushwhacking through a dense alder stand, ...
By: Andrew Cremata There is a lake north of Skagway ...
By Andrew Cremata While packing my fishing gear for a ...
By Andrew Cremata Fishing should never become perfunctory. However, the ...
The older I get, the harder it is to live in the moment.
Shorter days. Colder nights. Less time for fishing.
Sky-blue damselflies hovered in midair near the shoreline where my fishing rods were leaning against a small aspen.