It was four years, one marriage, a shit-ton of paperwork, and an unhealthy amount of saltwater fishing earlier when I replaced winter steelhead with marlin, white snow soon to be forgotten by pale yellow sand. Splitting my life between both countries — a “summer chaser” as they called me — I had the best of both worlds and I knew it.
Odd Man Out
It’s difficult to comprehend how something located in the deepest reaches of the South Pacific can influence your life to the point where it changes it. At the same time, it seems as though it was meant to be and even long before you were born, it was already making it’s mark. For me, that place is Kiritimati or more commonly known as, Christmas Island.
Helen's Bar B Q
I arrive at Helen’s Bar B Q in Brownsville, Tennessee just after an early morning storm. I’m thankful the rain had come early, before we started shooting. Helen Turner pulls up in her white Chevy Suburban, smoking a cigarette and finishing up a call on her bluetooth headset.
120 Days: Tarpon Season
You f#%ing do it. You get up every day in the black. The black windy. You get up driven by anger, angry at your bones that hurt more now, at the remorse of missing out on family, at your client, because he isn't as angry as you.
“Mom, I want to climb that one,” a ten-year-old Leighan Falley said.
Her mom looked over from the driver’s seat. “But, honey, that’s the biggest one.”
“Well, what’s it called?”
“That’s Denali,” her mom said.
Beyond the Offseason
Daniel Norris and I sat afloat on our surfboards, deep in conversation at Ventura’s gritty but surprisingly high quality point break, C Street. A chest high wave approached, and as I spun my board to catch it to the right, I caught a glimpse of Daniel gliding down the left-handed portion of the peak.
Even in a state as large as Texas, there are few places where one can find themselves out of contact with the civilized world. In remote Southwest Texas near the border town of Del Rio, a ribbon of cool, clear water flows over the limestone bedrock, cutting through the remote cactus covered hills.
From February to May, waterfowlers can extend their season by participating in the federally mandated Light Goose Conservation Order. Mid-continent snow, blue and Ross's goose populations have exploded over the last decade, placing extreme pressure on the arctic, sub-arctic and interior nesting grounds crucial for other waterfowl and wildlife. Hunters help control this ecological burden by harvesting snow geese beyond a typical season and in many states, without a bag limit.
The Bull That's Never Been Seen
There it was, mostly buried in the snow, the white burr of the antler contrasted against its dark brown base. How long had the antler been here? Which bull finally shed? Had we seen this bull before? All these thoughts were running through my head as my friend Steven Drake yanked the antler out of the snow.
Soul of a City
It’s impossible to deny the allure of Austin's South Congress Avenue. The street, which frames the dignified Texas State Capitol building, has had a mixed history of commerce, nightlife, and housing some of the city’s less savory drinking establishments. But it’s in the crosshairs of this eclectic avenue that signmaker and neon artist Evan Voyles shines.
Coming up with a second act after a pro surfing career can be a tough one to pull off. Mastery in wave riding after all, doesn’t necessarily transfer to the wider job market. But the skill set Raph Bruhwiler developed as Canada’s first professional surfer entailed a lot more than honing the perfect cutback.
John Shocklee: A Fairy Tale
Refusing to act his age has worked out well for John Shocklee. 52 years young, Shocklee hustled through life taking any job that kept him playing in the mountains. And he has devoted his life to doing what he loves, and what he loves more than anyone else is skiing (just ask him). Shocklee spends his winters guiding skiers in Silverton, Colorado and his summers as captain of a wooden dory in the Grand Canyon.
Beef on the Line
Vaquero-style ranch roping is not a speed game. No chute. No spring-loaded gate. Efficiency matters, but judges look for mastery. Horsemanship in the service of working cattle. At the Brannaman Pro-Am Vaquero Roping in California’s Santa Ynez Valley—the year’s richest ranch-roping competition—teams of three riders get four minutes to hold herd and rope a calf. In those four minutes, as the dust boils and loops fly, centuries of tradition unfold.
First Snow at Henry's Fork
Earlier this Fall I made plans with my buddy Joe and his friend Nick to go to Idaho and bang up the carp of Blackfoot Reservoir. Good weather is needed to fly fish for carp and naturally, our annual equinox storm made a direct hit on our schedule.
It’s big – big families, big meals, big expectations. Folks expect big come Thanksgiving and the holidays soon after, which puts the burden on whoever’s queued up for kitchen duty. This time of year, that likely means whoever’s put in a store of turkey, goose, venison, or some other big cut of game.