Stumbling through Guizhou
Travel ArticleI have always enjoyed fishing. When I was young I used to frequent the farm ponds around Mt. Gilead, Ohio searching for bluegills and small mouth bass with my Zebco and rubber worms. As I grew older, I discovered the joys of fly-casting. Although I was never a particularly successful fly fisherman, I did enjoy standing in the rivers and streams of the southwest United States flailing around and hoping to land the occasional trout. It was a contemplative pursuit to stand, dazzled the sun, trying to place the fly in a precise spot, especially when aided by a flask of Kentucky’s finest....


