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The meaning of meat

Posted on November 18, 2011 by Martin

“It is true, I came as near as is possible to come to being a hunter and miss it, myself….” (Henry David Thoreau) I spent last weekend in the company of six heavily armed women at Madroño Ranch. Don’t worry; … Continue reading →

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Unexpected connections

Posted on July 22, 2011 by Martin

Only connect! (E. M. Forster) The world is getting smaller, we are told. New technologies are bringing what used to be distant, unknown, and unattainable, to our desktops and telephones; we can communicate instantly with people on different continents, sharing … Continue reading →

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A river runs through me

Posted on July 8, 2011 by Martin

“Oh, it’s all very well to talk,” said the Mole, rather pettishly, he being new to a river and riverside life and its ways. A river, even one as dammed and sluggish as the Colorado in Austin, is a great … Continue reading →

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Field notes from Madroño Ranch: bison and birds

Posted on July 1, 2011 by Heather

This is a bird-and-bison-intensive kitchen sink of a blog post; even Martin’s most focused editorial ministrations will be of no avail in trying to flush out some kind of narrative thread. To lend it at least an illusion of coherence, … Continue reading →

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A school of fish: Izaak Walton at Madroño Ranch

Posted on May 26, 2011 by Martin

… doubt not, therefore, sir, that angling is an art, and an art worth your learning. The question is rather, whether you be capable of learning it? Inspired by the recent Freshwater Fly-Fishing School at Madroño Ranch, I’ve been rereading … Continue reading →

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