100th Sporting Life: Works of Art
An exclusive celebration of a collaboration of talent
By John Gierach
There’s always some apprehension when you go to work for a new publication, so by way of testing the water, that first column included a midrange curse word and an unflattering wise crack about neoprene waders, which were considered state of the art at the time. Neither comment was entirely gratuitous, but swearing and disparaging remarks about potential advertisers are two things that will stop the hearts of overly cautious editors and a writer likes to know where he stands. When then-editor Silvio Calabi left both in, I thought, Okay, this could work.
Silvio had also said he’d get an illustrator, but I didn’t know who until the issue with the first column arrived. I didn’t expect much—a quick line drawing or maybe just a generic logo that would run in each issue like a trademark—but the artist turned out to be John Robert (Bob) White and the illustration was the kind of watercolor you wouldn’t be surprised to find hanging in a gallery.
That first column centered on two fishermen who had come back at dusk while their partners had stayed out till the bitter end, and Bob’s painting was just that scene: Two guys carrying fly rods have just arrived at a pickup parked on a rise next to what looks like a Russian olive tree. It’s twilight, with a yellowish just-past-sunset sky and purple stands of cottonwoods in the near distance with faint mountains on the horizon. The fishermen look tired, as if they’d fished far upstream and had just now trudged back. It was perfect: Not just a scene from the essay, but also—somehow—the same pensive, end-of-a-long-day feeling.
That was then. This is now the 100th column Bob and I have done together... Read More »

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Reader Comments:
I'm cheating a bit here, John, in order to be able to thank you for Fool's Paradise. My son, a young guide in Seattle, gave me a signed copy for my 60th birthday, which is in June. I am only an occasional fly fisherman, but have always enjoyed its literature. I share your admiration for Jim Harrison, Tom McGuane and Russell Chatham; their books are among my favorites too.
John, Fool's Paradise will now join the shelf next to An Outside Chance, Just Before Dark and Silent Seasons. I like to think of you all conversing there underneath Tolstoy, Dinesen and Ammons and above Watts and Suzuki Roshi
May I suggest Matthiessen's The Snow Leopard or Bernstein's Mountain Passages for your next trip?
Very truly Yours,
Tom McDermott
Rye NY