Josh Ziegler

Sunrays arced over the Bitterroot Mountains as I pulled into the lodge parking lot. I stopped my truck and trailer next to Freddy Bensch’s rental, its roof somehow caved into a dent mimicking his 5-foot-8-inch frame. As I prepped my boat for the day of fishing, Bensch rolled out of the lodge, coffee...

The old man who swept his stoop each day         is sweeping still, the hardest-working motherfucker         in Motherfuckerville. –C.D. Chris Dombrowski lives a life of duality—one of fly lines wrapped with words. His manipulation of words into sentences and stanzas matches his ability to...