Chris Dombrowski

Author Jim Harrison has an eye for small gods, big trout and poet/guides with a weakness for good cheese and vodka.

The Gospel According To Jim

I’m sitting at the Hitchin’ Post in Melrose, Montana, drinking vodka with Jim Harrison, who between sips steals a scant glance at his beloved barmaid Nicole’s rear, puffs from his American Spirit and says: “Do you want to know how you can believe in God?”

Stealth and sweat are part of the game when you’re looking for untrammeled water.

The Right Madness

Our wives told us: If you catch a king, kill it, and we’ll turn it into ceviche tonight. They said: We’ve got all the fixings at the house, then went downstream to fish for trout. Two beautiful women, late in the long Chilean afternoon, about to work up ample appetites.