Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

The twelfth time’s the charm. I know it’s the twelfth because it wasn’t the eleventh. No, it most certainly wasn’t the eleventh. I was tr...

My return to this hidden staircase of rock and water didn't go quite as planned. The intent was to nick a few brookies and take some lo...

Gonna rain in an hour. Gonna rain hard. He'd pulled through the boat ramp with his F-150 and trailer of canoes and made the pronounce...

It appears that a follow-up is in order. In response to your hundreds of concerned emails (well, Jim B. did write to inquire of his lo...

“Be sure to bring your headlamp.” It was an odd instruction given that I was to meet him at noon. Everything else he’d suggested – stur...

It wasn’t the first bonefish. It wasn’t the biggest. But it was, without question, the best. The best because there was no one around to se...

Daddy, why do they call them The Smokies? You do favor your mother's side of the family, don't you son? We took very different r...

Slate green, liquid jade Stone cold like fingers and toes The lake above turning over Winter’s breath chilling surface waters Frigid ...

The Fish of Ten-Thousand Casts , my ass. Darrin stuck one in two. Boated his first musky on the second pitch. While on the cell phone with...

How do we get ourselves into these things? Okay, never mind that. How do we get ourselves OUT ? To a large degree, we’re redfish rookies,...

If you look closely, you will see that for much of the year I am a subtle shade of green. It is an affliction that I refer to as Montloradah...

Intermission, here, for A Christmas Fire . Since I've been overwhelming you with words, here's a visual break; shots taken from yes...