musings of an outdoorsman

My Fall Colors Drive

In my last post, demeanor notwithstanding, I mentioned I had gone out to Big Hole river to enjoy the fall colors. “Wait, are you seriously going to use the word notwithstanding? I suppose it makes you feel real special using a word most don’t understand? Couldn’t you just use the

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The Wind Down Begins. I’m leaving Butte

Yep, I’m getting into this weird habit of writing once every three weeks. Hmmm! Seems like it has a lot to do with this place. I absolutely do not like Butte, Montana. It is, for me anyway, depressing. Fortunately, my time here is drawing to a quick end. It appears

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I am not a Bushcrafter.

Sometimes being an outdoorsman is conflated with being a bushcrafter. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. So, am I a bushcrafter? Honestly, that’s a very perplexing question. And after much thought and research on the matter, I can unequivocally say “NO I am not.” But how did I get

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Fall is here

Yeah, I know it’s been a while — three weeks. Work has had me so involved, I really couldn’t wrap my head around writing. Even now I struggle to lay my thoughts down. I suppose I should start with what’s been going on. Not so much this week, but the

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Freestone Fly shop

This isn't my Brown Trout

but I’m going to leave this royalty free image here for inspiration, until I can replace the picture with one of my own.