Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

There are still a few around. Young ones. We've considered pulling the feeders, sending the little buggers on their way, not wishing to...

Meetup location sounds good. I'll give you a call when I leave Harry's with the boat. I plan to bring a spinning rod along with my...

Alarm's set 3:45 ugly. Eyes open at 2:28. Happens on fishing days. Try to close them. Just another hour. Barred owl screams. Dog ba...

If you don't mind, I'd like to take this month's bin as an opportunity for a belated thanks to a couple of guys for a fine da...

Summer is turning to autumn. I can feel it in my bones. Time flows downstream. The robustness of the dog day slips quietly into the co...

It seems as though I spent the entire month of August on the road. Visits to family in New Jersey, Indiana, Illinois and a fair amount of t...

Chris: Sheepshead. Three of them. Eleven-o’clock. Seventy feet out. Me: Huh? Where? Chris: Coming your way. Sixty feet. Fifty. Me: ...

Is that all you got? Really? You can’t rain any harder than that ? Bring it, motherfucker. BRING IT! Bravado. Irony. Jinx. Stupidity. ...

Odd. It appears that I've somehow acquired an undeserved reputation as a drunkard beer lover. This misconception crystalized last we...

I fully expected to bump into Mowgli and Baloo, bopping their way through the jungle. Or to have some hideous children-of-the-corn moment. ...