Tag Archives: A day on the St Vrain River with John Gierach
John Gierach, A Remembrance
The first lesson John taught me was how to kill a chicken with a stick. It was far from the last. It was October fourth when I found out John had passed. Exactly one week after I had nearly died myself in the flood waters...
Sunday Classic / Not Just Anybody’s Saint Vrain
"IF YOU CLIMB INTO THE CAB OF THAT PICKUP WITH JOHN YOU'LL FIND THAT WHERE YOU WIND UP CAN, ONLY IN THE MOST EXISTENTIAL TERMS, BE CALLED A FISHING TRIP." It's about seven-thirty on a Saturday morning. It's mid-September and the chilly Colorado air has...