A great treat for the new fishing season is on the horizon. John Gierach has written a new book. From the effusive Amazon.com review:
Fishermen everywhere will understand Gierach’s quest to discover and explore new waters (and then not to divulge the best locations to anyone), the unlikely appeal of winter fly-fishing (”the ice fishing shanty served the dual purpose of group therapy and the neighborhood tavern”), how impossible it is to predict the best fishing (”Everything that happens is entirely familiar, but I don’t always see it coming”), or even the absurdity of the entire exercise (”day after day, you’re casting a fly that doesn’t look like anything to fish that aren’t hungry and may not even be there”).
One of his earlier books, “Trout Bum,” changed things for a lot of anglers. [That said, I hope Mr. Gierach is getting royalties for the rod makers and others who have taken the Trout Bum moniker and, well, commodified it.]
I know as a teenager, his writing was a lot more accessibly and made much more sense than much of the admirable, but notably stuffy writing of fly fishing’s past.
