Last weekend was a celebration of the 70th anniversary of Dartmouth Rugby. Alumni of all generations gathered at the Corey Ford Rugby...

On Indigenous Peoples Day, I wish to honor the Mahìkanak (Mohican) and Kanien'kehá:ka (Mohawk) people whose homelands encompass what...

It seems that during a long winter amidst a global pandemic, folks have a little more time for reading. And some of those readers...

Just a few days after her first birthday, Autumn earned her wings as an Official Bird Dog. She got her first birds under the gun. Two...

Suddenly she had a mind of her own. After months of listening to my every word and following me everywhere, at about six months old,...

It has long been routine at public events to honor the members of our military. In doing so, we appreciate those who have served in...

Jim the Wonder Dog was a Llewellin setter born in 1925 in Louisiana. He was the least promising pup in the litter - the last to go - and...

Silly me. Until yesterday, I thought that there would actually be ski racing events at this year's Dartmouth Winter Carnival as there has...

When I was an instructor in the Dartmouth ski school as an undergraduate, I used to teach students that "skiing is 90% knees." Quiet...

I was honored last week to be a guest on the Orvis Fly Fishing podcast, hosted by Tom Rosenbauer. Tom and I chatted about my Storied...

Autumn has a Corey Ford connection. When we named her, I had in mind Corey Ford’s famous English setters, Cider and Tober (short for...

Generations of breeders have produced countless generations of dogs selected to emphasize one or more traits, whether that trait is...

After two weeks in her new home, young Autumn, our Llewellin setter pup, is still hoping to get the cat to play with her. Autumn is an...

Autumn is here! While the first day of autumn, astronomically speaking, was September 23, the first day of Autumn in our family was...

It was a thrill finally to open the boxes of books when they arrived in mid September! The cover, I knew, was gorgeous, as I had received...

I was very proud to work this past year with the John D. Voelker Foundation and the American Museum of Fly Fishing (AMFF) in...

I don’t own a bamboo fly rod and until that sunny morning, I had never cast one to a trout. I’ve always steered clear of bamboo rods for...

Mickey couldn’t remember the last time he was in Patagonia. It might have been sometime back in the 60s, when tie-dyed shirts and bright...

I learned to fly fish when I lived in Cody, Wyoming, known as the Rodeo Capital of the World. The Cody Stampede in July and the Cody...

After more than twelve hours on planes and in airports, my fishing compadres and I felt a bit like zombies when we arrived in Buenos...