There’s something about a wild trout that stays with you. Maybe it’s the clarity of the stream, or the silence you hear once you’re standing in it. Call of the Creek wasn’t born out of strategy or branding. It came from mornings spent in the water, moments where the world slowed down just long enough to notice what really matters.
I didn’t write this book to teach fly fishing. I wrote it to capture what fly fishing gives back—stillness, presence, and a feeling that’s hard to describe but impossible to forget. It’s about wild trout, yes—but it’s also about fathers, sons, memory, flow, and the mystery of a creek that keeps calling long after the line is reeled in.
If this kind of story speaks to you, I hope you’ll spend some time with the book. Call of the Creek is meant to be read slowly—between casts, at the end of the day, or whenever you need to step back into something real. And if you’ve ever stood in cold water and felt the world fall into place, even for a moment, then this book is already yours. There’s more to come. This is just the first cast.