Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

[LePewOn] Oh, mon cheri. Why do you treet me zees way? I come all zees way to wade in your beauty and chase your bright feesheez. Eeet...

March 18th:  Dan River brown on a rubber-legged stone This month’s set of unusual images could easily be titled The Photo Bin - Lemonade...

It changes at the old three-turbine power station. Upstream there are miles of hard-ass rock hopping and wild browns. Downstream there ar...

"There was one older man, an excellent fisher and skilled in all kinds of woodcraft, who was pleased to look upon my house as a buil...

This was supposed to be a post about the dozens of hickory shad that the Professor and I boated during our mid-week assault on the Roanoke ...

Forget the blossoms. Forget the birds. Forget the warm, gentle breezes and the lengthening of each day. I know that it's spring 'c...

In today’s vernacular, I was a baller.  From my early teens to my mid-thirties, I snuck away to the streets and local playgrounds for pick...

Goodbye #20s. Hello 2/0s. Goodbye 6X. Hello 10lb test. Goodbye delicate presentations. Hello splashdowns. Goodbye lifting the rod tip to...

Feb 19th:  Haw River Crawdad (a Hawdad?) in his Element. February typically sucks for the casual outdoor photographer around here. Yes, ...

Dear Mr. Bigasstrout, Where were you? Last week you ravaged my fly, gave me the fin, and broke me off. The very least you could have ...