Juneau Pics
For higher quality images, please click here. My dad and I spent four days chasing pink salmon up in Juneau. The pinks were running in high numbers, and we managed to catch more than 80 of them in...
View ArticleBC and Home
For higher quality images, please click here. Here are some photos from the last week of my trip. It was utter chaos driving 3,500 miles in five days from Terrace, BC back to Memphis but I still...
View ArticleEnd of the Road
28,220 miles and six months and six days later, I found myself back where I started – in my parents driveway in Memphis, Tennessee. In that time, I traveled from the Florida Keys to Alaska and nearly...
View ArticleHealing Walk
[Photography Note: To see more and higher quality images of the Healing Walk and oil sands, please click here.] For more than ten thousand years, Lionel Lepine’s ancestors have lived off their land....
View ArticleChuitna Mine
This story originally appeared on the Orvis blog on September 24th, 2013 here. Peering out the window of the plane, I took a deep breath and tried to soak it all in. The sun was glistening on the...
View ArticleWading into Ireland
I emerged from the Glenomena dormitory into the grey Dublin afternoon. The air was crisp for a late September day. The sky looked as it often does here, foreboding and on the verge of a downpour....
View ArticleThe Perfect Finale
It has taken me more than two months to write this story, the final portion of the greatest chapter of my life. My delinquency is partially due to the unfortunate fact that in my new life, papers on...
View ArticleRamor Lake
I was three hours into my first day of pike fishing in Ireland when I heard the best words that have been spoken to me on the water in quite some time. As an 8 lb pike took a brief hiatus from peeling...
View ArticleOpening Weekend
On the train back from Dundalk, I scanned through my photos from the last three days amazed by how much water we had covered and how many fish we had brought to hand. It was opening weekend of trout...
View ArticleIrish Bass
I was exhausted. My arm burned from hundreds of futile casts. My feet ached from three days of stumbling on jagged rocks that on more than one occasion sliced up my hands. The winds howled, making...
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