Fins and Feathers and Talons

Griswold Art, “The Drift”

I love to fish, I’ve been hooked ever since I saw my first red plastic bobber twitch under the water at age five. I quit for a couple of decades in my hippie years, then “drifted” back into fly fishing in my forties and the addiction resurfaced.

There’s no denying, fishing is a blood sport; it’s certainly kinder to leave the little creatures alone. But I seek an ethical chase, try hard to release my catch…