Our favorite photo, 2007
We were sorry to hear of Jim Harrison's passing. The literary fly fisherman par excellence. Seems like he was just one stop ahead of us on the train, and now he's gone and gotten off.
We'll continue to post him. You can find all our past posts here: Jim Harrison
You can find the New York Times obit HERE.
And here is the poem of his that has gotten the most hits on this blog. A fitting tribute.
I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization,
I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink.
I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was
born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and
I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the
river, the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing
After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and
all my poems were born dead, I decided I would only
fish and drink.
Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the
What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish
In the river was a trout and I was on the bank, my heart
chest, clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing