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Streamer Junkie... Mark Usyk

  • 13

    October

    2018

    As The Crow Flies by Mark Usyk

    A remote Adirondack canoe trip. I’ve been reflecting on a canoe trip for the past week, and it’s not something I’m finding an end to. It was one of those trips that will always stick out in my mind above the rest, always in the front, never in the back....

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  • 27

    September

    2018

    Pass The Salt by Mark Usyk

    It was innocent enough. The Little League field is right out back behind my house. I was walking Carter to the entrance for a Saturday morning of fall ball, and we only had to pass my neighbor’s house on the left before we’d be through the gate and the sounds...

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  • 18

    September

    2018

    Fishing Pilgrimages Part 3 by Mark Usyk

    After Nikki’s first trip to the farm and her first big fish on the fly, the following weekend I found myself back at the farm lake once more. This time, it was a family reunion of sorts, one that hadn’t happened in years and was questioned as to when we...

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  • 22

    August

    2018

    Fishing Pilgrimages Part 2 by Mark Usyk

    While I was stringing up the two 7wts, Nikki was asking questions. “Do you want to set up the chairs and get stuff ready for lunch? Get the fire ready? Do you want to get this out of the Jeep? Do you want to get that out of the Jeep?” ...

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  • 09

    August

    2018

    Fishing Pilgrimages, Part 1 by Mark Usyk

    Trips to the farm have become more like pilgrimages for me than simple fishing trips over the past few years. They’ve become that one trip each year that I tell myself I have to make between June and Sept at least once. And once June arrives my thoughts are haunted...

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  • 17

    July

    2018

    Coca-Cola Bass by Mark Usyk

    This lake was so dark, it was like looking into a 2 liter bottle of Coca-Cola. On some waters you can move along the shore line, searching. Your baseball hat and a raised hand shielding eyes from a sun just barely beginning to break the tree line, it’s first blinding...

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