Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

I am thankful for crisp autumn afternoons spent throwing crankbaits to scrappy chain pickerel. I am thankful that I eat, and drink, this ...

I'd had it up to here with Frau Nature . I've been trying for weeks to get in a trip to the hills to chase some trout and every ti...

It's not my fault this time. I swear. Blame Frank. He did it. He GAVE me the rod. It's my third new fly rod in the past four months...

It was a lazy fall afternoon, back in our previous life, and I was comfortably stretched out on the couch, considering a little cat nap, wh...

I don't normally borrow content for my blog, but I love this piece of film. The scenery is magnificent, the fishing is incredible, and...

It's raining, It's pouring The river is roaring. For those of you living in North Carolina, you know just how I feel. Damp. Trop...

It was with a twinge of sadness that I worked my way down the trail to my favorite stretch of Haw River water. Night temperatures have begu...

Scarecrows typically do a decent job of keeping the smaller natural critters out of our gardens, but the real varmints, land developers an...

He can roll out of bed, stumble out the front door, and practically land in a pretty little trout stream. You can't ask for much more t...

As I drove across the county yesterday, I was struck by the amazing combination of cool overcast morning light, the opening salvos of brill...