Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

During this most blessed of seasons, may your travels be safe, may your heart be light, and may the stream of your life be filled with fa...

It was the biggest fly rod I have ever seen. A huge two-handed spey, eleven feet long, if it was an inch. Do they make 20wts? It made my...

'Twas the week before Christmas and down on the Haw Not a fish was arisin', the weather was raw. The water was frigid and brisk w...

I'd trade all my fishing tomorrows for one single fishing yesterday.* If the Ghost of Christmas Past was to appear and grant me a sin...

It’s time for the eagerly awaited and highly influential first annual Mike’s Gone Fishin’ New Gear of the Year Award . Yeah, it probably se...

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...