By Sandra Friend
“C’mon, c’mon…drat!”
For twenty minutes, I’ve cast into the shallows of the Hontoon Dead River, where bass have been nibbling at flies. It’s my first attempt at using a rod and reel, and despite the best efforts of my tutor, I come up empty. But around us, the river comes alive as the sun slips behind the floodplain forests surrounding Hontoon Island. A kingfisher chatters as it swoops low across the placid water. Read More »

