oh thanks for this i will try to hunt these essays down and read them!! also can't wait till this spring to return to my place in Baraga to work on it and live maybe thru next winter and explore more of Travers' rivers that he loved....fished the Driggs a few summers ago small eager brookies on small coachmen smeared with floatant but its the Escananba and bigger game i'm after also as always tracking down his "Frenchman's pond" whjich i have a clearer idea of just to be in his environs which basically radiates out from Ishpeming and sketched out in his great books which i have yet to fully devour as well he was so honest in detailing those brutal skunkings he used to have i recall a story where he was so excited to have i believe Art Flick up there and the atmospheric pressure etc. just ruined the fishing but he made gold out of it
its still weird that i pushed up into U.P. later in life to stumble into the exact area of his id read about and dreamed of years before learning to love fly fishing in Vermont and layin on banks of streams reading Waltons piems of "the milkmaids" 🤣 fate odd like that
oh thanks for this i will try to hunt these essays down and read them!! also can't wait till this spring to return to my place in Baraga to work on it and live maybe thru next winter and explore more of Travers' rivers that he loved....fished the Driggs a few summers ago small eager brookies on small coachmen smeared with floatant but its the Escananba and bigger game i'm after also as always tracking down his "Frenchman's pond" whjich i have a clearer idea of just to be in his environs which basically radiates out from Ishpeming and sketched out in his great books which i have yet to fully devour as well he was so honest in detailing those brutal skunkings he used to have i recall a story where he was so excited to have i believe Art Flick up there and the atmospheric pressure etc. just ruined the fishing but he made gold out of it
" he made gold out of it" is a wonderful description of his writing and life... ;-)
its still weird that i pushed up into U.P. later in life to stumble into the exact area of his id read about and dreamed of years before learning to love fly fishing in Vermont and layin on banks of streams reading Waltons piems of "the milkmaids" 🤣 fate odd like that
Fate is indeed odd. She has a way of keeping life interesting, I'll give her that.