On many September mornings, cold air nestled high in Yellowstone National Park wakens with sunlight, slowly warms, then swirls a determined path up through Montana’s Paradise Valley...
I remember reading this when it was first published, and thinking, god damn, what a great profile. It holds up 20+ years later, with the times that could shape such a character further in the distance.
What a beautifully written story about a very interesting fellow. Thank you. Makes me miss the days of the old Fly Rod and Reel magazine, where you would always find good writing. Sounds like Rusty wouldn't want to be guiding Tommy Tuberville any day soon.
I remember reading this when it was first published, and thinking, god damn, what a great profile. It holds up 20+ years later, with the times that could shape such a character further in the distance.
What a beautifully written story about a very interesting fellow. Thank you. Makes me miss the days of the old Fly Rod and Reel magazine, where you would always find good writing. Sounds like Rusty wouldn't want to be guiding Tommy Tuberville any day soon.
Some brutal truths in there!