I ran into Gierach recently at a fly shop on the South Platte, a river he’s chronicled often during his career. He claimed to remember me from a newspaper interview I did with him many years ago at his cabin in Lyons, Colorado. Who am I to argue?
Later I watched him fishing and noticed that he waded with the aid of an old tree branch. No fancy wading sticks for JG!
Gierach is a very cool guy and, despite his entrance to geezerhood, he’s still pretty sporty with a fly rod in his hand. I showed him a pic of an 8-pound brown I caught on the South Platte last year and he seemed flabbergasted that it came from the river we were on.
Don’t know if he still brews up coffee streamside as he once did, but that’s the cover pic on his new book. Here’s hoping it sells well. Gierach is one of those authors who has actually improved over the years, as his prose becomes leaner and his wisdom deeper.