Excerpt
"In college, I would spend many weekends fly-fishing with friends in the rivers and streams near Denver. Sometimes we would camp out: cool star-filled evenings sitting by the fire and spectacular sunrises after not-very-restful nights. I was neither a good fisherman nor a comfortable camper, but I loved the people and the moments. I was intrigued when I came across this early essay by the young Ernest Hemingway. It is evocative and instructive and reminded me that someday soon I need to get back." --Phil Zuckerman, Publisher