Spius Creek

Buck fever. That’s what they call it when a hunter freezes or does something stupid during the perfect moment to attack their prey. I prefer to call it temporary retardation and it’s a talent that I consistently excel at. Perhaps this is why I fish such large rivers in my

It begins as a small trickle; a pattering of atonal drips and drops, melted glacial water droplets sing together in rhythm as they eventually harmonize into a powerful choir of humming, flowing streams. They carry the tune down the steep mountains of coastal British Columbia, a modest adagio at first,