Marooned on a river island above the Arctic Circle, caught by a flash flood in New Zealand, boated with an NFL cheerleader in the Caribbean, robbed in a British Columbia motel, and bunked with an almost-terrorist in Manitoba, this author-preacher from Colorado has had some interesting experiences when going further out to fish. Twelve ebullient stories of adventure, travel, and international fly-fishing are told here. They are undergirded by a singular autobiographical story that weaves James White’s passion for fly-fishing with his vocation in ministry. The book takes the reader from the Indian Ocean to the River Vltava in Bohemia. The characters met include two-headed Taswegians and Lake Woebegon strong women. In one story, you stand with the author on basement of time metamorphics, beneath the Northern Lights in another, and before the Southern Cross in a third. You’ll go on an Ixthus/Christ and Ichthyology/Fishing retreat. With the stories are illuminating photographs of giant rainbows, massive moose antlers, and Jesus Rays coming through a Ukrainian Orthodox church cupola. The book leads to rumination on Henry David Thoreau’s observation that Men may go fishing all their life and never know it’s not fish they’re after.