Bonefish Addiction

Harold had a lifelong obsession with fishing over the bright waters of the Caribbean… …and other saltwater environments that held his obsessive Bonefish (Albula vulpes). Traveling to all ends of the earth, suffer any expense and level of inconvenience to make destiny with but the chance of hooking up. Harold was a bonefish addict. He openly … More Bonefish Addiction

Cutthroat Palate

In the late summer heat of wide-open Montana, amid the upper reaches of the Judith Basin, the grass has dried, water – from the higher elevations, some 40 miles away and 3,000 feet higher – is running, slower and clear; and at it’s lowest ebb. From the mid-day to the near-evening, the sun bakes everything … More Cutthroat Palate

Co-Pilot

In true CreXpoCon fashion, an inspiration hit me like a ton of cotton-balls by way of a photo from another good Facebook Friend and CXC collaborator. This one from Kent Reeves .. with his co-pilot; trusty and loyal cattle dog; Zero. I just couldn’t help it. The moment I cast a glance upon that photo, … More Co-Pilot

The Seven Raven Sky

The clouds over the mountain chain began to boil. Not unlike the surface of a sour mash kettle setting atop a hot fire. Great masses of cloud material began to move about, the tops of the mountains serving as giant stirring paddles. The wind currents diving through the mix like giant salmon, jetted the mass … More The Seven Raven Sky

Fishing ELIXIR

A ‘Throw Back‘ photo caught my eye when it was posted by ‘Friend-Not-Yet-Met’, Bill Elliott. As many of my FB Friends know, such a collision of image and timing – can generally dislodge a story, poem, haiku or some sort of textual creation. This event, was no different. Taking the image and recreating it as … More Fishing ELIXIR

Cowboy Tales: Beginning

Every cowboy has his list of tales, especially those he makes when he enters a new location. Even more interesting will be the new towns, cow-towns. This little story is inspired by a photograph, taken by Kent Reeves, Cowboy Conservationist & Photographer, and mulepacker extraordinaire, who has his own interesting photographic essay going. He does … More Cowboy Tales: Beginning

Invader By Trace

The light.  Just easing over the edge of the window sill and pouring down, into the room, like a waterfall, moments before the flash flood engulfs the entire river bed. The photon missile sent from the exploding orb, 93 million — and some-odd-change-miles — out in space, slammed into my over-used, alcohol abused, ocular orb, … More Invader By Trace