Death and Renewal on the Bulkley
“A new knee may keep me in the water a few more years, but the keenness of my eye and the strength of my arm are failing. I do not know how my life will help the ones I leave behind after I die. It is not as simple as a rotting salmon in this river. Yet I have faith that I will matter then.”
The Fall of Testosterone and the Rise of Civility
This less brave new world is coming for most of us boys. Not all of us. In an idle moment nearly freezing to death one morning on the Naknek this year, I sought counsel about these changes from my guide, being knowledgeable about both crazed steelheaders and estrogen.