Talking Heads by Mark Usyk
Everything I Knew By Mark Usyk
But there’s something to be said about a good snag. It reminds you what it feels like if only for a second to find a fish. And remembering that feeling suddenly can have an effect on your mind. I think it’s called hope. Hope ain’t bad.
I Want It All, And I Want It Now by Mark Usyk
I half heartedly drift a large black nymph pattern through all the slack waters I can find. In my mind I see it drifting, bouncing downstream, it’s black silhouette against the light brown water with the sun beating down on it as if it was a warm sunny day. It’s not a warm day of course, but if I couldn’t feel the cold on my face and hands then the appearance alone could have me fooled.
Life In Black And White by Mark Usyk
We drove down the road, pulled into a fishing access pull off next to the river, and the two of us did our best to dredge the bottom of what open water we could find while JP, camera in hand, recorded the morning for posterity. The trees were heavy with snow, evergreen branches weighed down with white precipitation hung low, again the river and surroundings seemed to be a black and white photograph.
2020 is Dead. My Year in Review, My Way by Mark Usyk
I almost bought a bed, snapped back to reality in about ten seconds, and started looking at pedal kayaks...…..I ordered it at exactly the right time, or the last minute depending on if you looked at it from my point of view or the industry’s. I got it the third week of May. I’m still sleeping just fine on my couch. What a bone head move that would’ve been.
Words To Live By #markusyksays
Opportunities by Mark Usyk
But not only did I totally ignore the fact that I was sure I wouldn’t catch anything, but I began fishing, working my way downstream where the fish would be facing my approach in such clear water. I know the right way to do things, I just ignore them a lot of the time. And now that I’m forty-five, I feel as though I can start blaming my age for my stubbornness.