I read this book every summer. And sometimes again in the fall. I’ve read the short stories that are in this collection as well as the non-fiction “Young Men and Fire” and I always think, “Dammit… Why couldn’t he have written more?” And the truth is, he wrote what he wrote. It’s beautiful.
In a time of wild uncertainty, I think it’s time to open a cold beer and return to the rivers of Montana through his words.
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