Around the time I was 15 or so George decided to teach me to fly fish. A few years earlier I killed my first deer with him (I still have a hunter’s orange ball cap that reads “I Killed My First Deer With George P. Mann”) and caught fish in the ponds on their property […]
I’m no expert when it comes to Southeast Alaska and all that it has to offer. We took a couple of trips there with George and they were indeed life-changing experiences, but there’s still so much about the area and what it has to offer to fly fishermen then what I’ve experienced. Still, that’s not […]
It’s come to my attention that all of the posts pertaining to Tales from East Yahtam are untitled and fairly incoherent as far as any narrative or story arch is concerned. In short, I just started telling random stories as a photograph or memory would prompt me to and I understand how any new — […]
So what’s new? Not a whole lot over here. I’ve been laid up in my room for the past few days with a killer ear infection. My ear has been completely closed up over the past few days. It started getting really bad after my last trip to (you guessed it) the river. The doctor […]
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