Take a few minutes and settle into this tribute to writer and fly fisher, the late Jim Harrison in Men’s Journal, from guide and “verb jockey” Callan Wink.
I don’t think Jim Harrison ever got skunked in my boat. One working eye or not, the man could fish. That being said, Jim was the consummate poet. Often I’d look back at him and his fly would be trailing way off behind the boat and he’d be concentrating on something on the bank or flying over head, birds never failed to derail his attention. Pretty girls floating on inner-tubes, as well.