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The Angler's Path by Mark Usyk

    As I turn off the pavement the soft rumble of dirt pressed under rubber tells me “I am here.” A dead end sign greets me, its faded yellow...
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The Old Man Said So by Mark Usyk

When I was a cell tower climber 95 percent of the time we were out somewhere on the countryside, in the hills, up on mountains, our days full of long...
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Learning to Fly by Mark Usyk

It was said half-heartedly in jest, but with the truth of sincerity that I thought would be missed for sure. Holly would make the comments to her friends in my...
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In Search of Angler's Paradise by Mark Usyk

Here it is. It’s still pretty warm during the days, but they’re getting shorter, the nights are getting cooler, and I just chewed through a thin blanket of dry brown...
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The Lucky Fishing Shirt by Mark Usyk

I’m not a superstitious person. I don’t care if a black cat crosses my path. As a matter of fact, I’ll keep moving to the left so it has to...
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Where the Fly Rod Leads by Mark Usyk

There’s been a lot of “How did I get here” questions in my head recently. There’s been almost an equal amount of “Where am I going” questions to counter the...
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The Fishing Hole by Mark Usyk

I’d been up this stretch of small Adirondack stream before. It’s the beginnings of one of the well-known rivers that flows from the largest park in the U.S. It makes...
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Adirondack Sunsets by Mark Usyk

Photo credits-Holly Usyk I waded out about fifty feet from the shore line where our camp site met the water. I crossed a sandy bottom littered with scattered cobble stones,...
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