Matthew Dickerson
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Matthew Dickerson: Ten years of the Rio Frio
“I have a confession to make,” my wife said. “I always imagined that Texas was ugly. But this is really beautiful.”
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Matthew Dickerson: A winter (or summer) reading list
These are three very different books to read if you like fish, and also if you are interested in fishing, ecology and culture.
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Matthew Dickerson: The delight of catch and release
For years I have been hoping for — and advocating for — year-round fishing in Vermont. Now I have my wish.
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Matthew Dickerson: Appreciation and exploitation of nature, Part 2
Delight is an important and oft under-appreciated experience. Delight can even be described as a virtue, in the sense that it is something we can practice, and not…
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Matthew Dickerson: Appreciation and exploitation of nature, Part 1: Sacrifice
Near the start of the J.R.R. Tolkien’s three-volume novel “The Lord of the Rings,” the hero Frodo Baggins makes a statement with profound philosophical, moral and environmental implications.
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Matthew Dickerson: The evolution of a Nordic adventure
It was almost 30 years ago, during the winter of 1992-1993, that I began the adventure of pulling a child behind through the woods on snow while cross-country…
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Matthew Dickerson: The delight of one outdoor chore
The temperature is in the low teens. My chainsaw hums smoothly. The machine likes this temperature. I stand in six inches of snow next to a huge old…
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Matthew Dickerson: Catching trout part of New Year’s ritual
The ice on the lake is about four inches thick — just thick enough to be considered safe for ice fishing, but still thin enough that it proves…
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Matthew Dickerson: Ode to snow (and an outdoor center)
My wife and I bought our seasons passes for the Rikert Nordic Center today. In truth, it was more of a step of hope than one based on…
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Matthew Dickerson: Wilderness survival not always the toughest test
The idea of wilderness survival is certainly appealing to me, mostly because wilderness itself is appealing.
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Matthew Dickerson: Local, free-range, and antibiotic-free
“Any luck?” It’s a common question one hears when fishing. I’m sure I’ve asked it as often as I’ve heard it.
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Matthew Dickerson: Of lost ice and changing seasons
I don’t remember the exact year when I first drilled holes in the ice and set up tip-ups, beginning a longstanding tradition of ice fishing in Maine the…
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Matthew Dickerson: Ducks on a pond, and other memories
We parked the Jeep on the edge of the old unmaintained Class VI road running through the town forest.
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Matthew Dickerson: Reflections from an October paddle
The chill air bit into our hands and cheeks as we reached the far shore of the lake and turned the canoe into the wind. “Let’s be careful,”…
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Matthew Dickerson: Ian and the Clyde River
At the annual gathering of the Outdoor Writers Association of America, I signed up for fly fishing on the Clyde River, a tributary of the transnational Lake Memphremagog.
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Matthew Dickerson: Exploring the rail trail
The bike trip started with seven miles of continuous downhill—and quite a bit more if we’d had the time to continue all the way to St. Johnsbury. But…