The canyon was flooded so I found myself leaning against the tailgate of the truck, pulling on my waders, setting up my fly rod after another drive through the mountains to fish wider waters in open country. Out across the field sweeping away from the lake there knelt an old antelope, folding his legs under himself to […]
Monthly Archives: September 2015
He leaves the house before dawn to stand out under the moon and that single morning star, listening to everything; a torrent within, outside, the distant northbound train, the dogs in the hills serenading the end of night, the interstate humming. An owl speaks of the first world in the far cottonwood. The man is […]
James Scott Smith 