Streamer Junkie... Mark Usyk

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    September

    2017

    Letters from Father MacAllister, #2 by Perry Fuller

    September 8, 2017   Dear Bishop Hackle,   I suppose we'll have to respond to the rest home administrators in some conciliatory manner, assuring them I'll never again encourage their elderly toward "socially disruptive behavior," as they put it.   Yet, my dear bishop, we should also emphasize that I...

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  • 20

    September

    2017

    The Power in a Cast by Mark Usyk

    I was set up under the awning of the new JP Ross venture, the Trail Marker camper, at the Guys Expo at the Saranac Brewery in Utica. It was a fairly hot day as mid-September days go in Upstate NY, the kind that can make you forget it’s actually fall...

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  • 10

    September

    2017

    The Cabin by Mark Usyk

    There’s a lot to be said about a cabin with nothing in the middle of nowhere. The drive in on an old two track, splashing through mud holes and puddles is only the beginning. There’s no pavement to make the ride smooth. No white lines to stay between and no...

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  • 05

    September

    2017

    This Whole Dry Fly Thing by Mark Usyk

    I went to look at an apartment that was a thirty minute drive from work. I understand that to some of you a thirty minute commute is nothing, that you’re used to six lane traffic and a couple hours or more a day spent glaring through the windshield just trying...

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  • 03

    September

    2017

    From the Ministry of Fly Fishing by Perry Fuller

    August 16, 2017 Dear Bishop Hackle, I'm either ruining my ministry utterly or redeeming it from the devilish evils so commonly associated with mid-life crisis. I really can't tell which at this point. With my 50th birthday come and gone, it's not unreasonable to finally begin reveling in that uniquely  ...

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  • 20

    August

    2017

    From the Portage Bar by Mark Usyk

    I’d been floating down river for at least an hour now. In the beginning the river was dark, deep holes with no bottom in sight. Sometimes several feet down logs could be seen blurry, like an old out of focus and overexposed photo. They seemed to jut out from nowhere...

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