After all these years and months and days, it’s hard to believe it’s actually ready. In fact, the North American screening tour for Artifishal kicks off this Friday, April 12th, 7:00pm at Patagonia Portland. The last few months have been absolutely crazy with political outreach, marketing materials, tour scheduling, and everything else Patagonia is putting behind the film. While it’s left me little time to do things like, say, actually keep up with this blog posting business, I am grateful for the full-court press. Hey, they even made some sweet HATS and T-SHIRTS!
Check out the trailer above, and if you can, come to one of the screenings. Tour dates, FAQs and other info available HERE. I will be at the Portland, Vancouver, San Francisco, Ventura, Dillon, Bozeman and SoHo events. There will also be a Seattle screening sometime in May, date TBD. The full film will be available online in September, so until then, best bet is to watch it in person at one of our events. I look forward to meeting you there. Hope you are all well.
This summer, my friend Jason Rolfe (who organizes the Writers On The Fly events) came out to the house and we spent a few hours talking. Somehow, through great questions–and skillful editing–he turned our conversation into the inaugural episode of The Fly Tapes podcast. Of course, I still cringe a bit when listening to myself, but it was a fun talk and I’m honored to kick off The Fly Tapes series. You can listen HERE or download it for free at the iTunes store. Hope you like it. And Jason, now we just need to go fish without the microphones!
After two book tours and countless other talks and readings, I can say without reservation that Wednesday night was one of those times when it all comes together. Great crew of readers on top of their game, engaged audience, beautiful venue, fun people to hang with, and high spirits. And beer. It was an honor, and my good luck, to be a part of it.
From left, that’s Jason Rolfe (WOTF instigator and MC), Kate Taylor, Cameron Scott, me, Cameron Chambers, Copi Vojta (WOTF photo exhibit curator), and Steve Duda. Kate did a beautiful reading of her story, “The Road Goes On Forever”, Scott gave me goosebumps with “Scout Captions” and other poems from The Book of Cold Mountain, Chambers made us all laugh with a new story about getting lost and excerpts from his book Chasing Rumor, and Duda had us laughing and crying with his heartfelt story about cliff swallows and an ode to all the flies dangling from the dashboard of his truck.
I drove home exhausted, voiceless (literally) and, for the first time in quite a while, inspired to get back to work on my novel. A huge and heartfelt thank you to Rolfe for inviting me to read, to everyone who was there to make it a fantastic night, and to tour sponsors Patagonia and The Flyfish Journal. Note: The WOTF Cascadia Tour continues–without me–tonight in Bellingham and tomorrow in Vancouver, BC. Wish I could be there.
As one of the last great salmon strongholds on the West Coast, and the greatest road-accessible steelhead fishery on the planet, the Skeena’s value is beyond measure. The good people at SkeenaWild are battling tooth and nail to save it, currently from the threat of Petronas’ LNG plant slated for Lelu Island and Flora Bank, which are the prime salmon/steelhead rearing habitat in the Skeena estuary.
You can help with contributions to SkeenaWild, and, if you happen to be in Skeena Country this coming Saturday, it’s easy to contribute in person: Come to the annual SkeenaWild fundraiser in Telkwa, bid on cool gear, buy a sweet SkeenaWild hoodie or hat, raise a glass, eat some food and have some fun.
I will be there to give a little talk, fellow Patagonia Ambassador April Vokey will MC, and we’ll feature a surprise appearance and a few words from someone you will definitely want to meet. I think it’s going to be an awesome time.
My good friend Kate Taylor was passing through Seattle, carrying 30 pounds of elk meat for me (a treasured gift, for sure), plus my clam gun, which she “borrowed” a couple months back. I didn’t want to drive onto the ferry for such a short trip, and had to figure out how to haul it all back home on foot. So I grabbed my trusty Black Hole Wheeled Duffel and ran for the boat.
We met under the viaduct for a vaguely sketchy exchange. Well, okay, I didn’t have anything to give her, so it wasn’t exactly an “exchange,” but meeting in a trash-strewn downtown alley to load black plastic garbage bags from her truck into my wheelie definitely felt shady. Then, in a completely unplanned bit of perfection, I discovered that the clam gun fit through the end grip and roller handle of the duffel, locking it in place for transport. Awesome. Quick hugs and I was on my way…with a brief stop for Thai food to go, which is where I took the picture. Hey, gotta make the most of any trip into the city…
On the ferry home, my luggage was the subject of several comments and questioning looks, but I was stoked, rolling along, to quote Bob Dylan, with one hand waving free. My guess is that whoever designed the bag never had 30 pounds of frozen elk steaks and a clam gun in mind, but the fit was so perfect, it sure seemed like it.