John Gierach, A Remembrance 

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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

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"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...