Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

I've gotten away, recently, from what I had envisioned my photo bins to be - a handful of images that find their way out of the camera ...

I regularly see guys on the trout stream who look like they’re moving in, who appear to have been tossed out of the house for going fishing...

Folks fish for lots of reasons. For escape. For sustenance. For sport. For companionship. For communion. We fished because the transition...

All Hallows' Eve on the Bridge If you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you have come to realize that I have a penchant for o...

A brace of browns on a single cast. The dry/dropper double. More fish in one drift than this river has been known to surrender in an enti...

You can have your blazing reds Your canary yellows Your tangerine oranges Keep your hillsides of gaudy riot Those brilliant shows of d...

He slips quietly into the water and gazes upstream. None of the nervous energy that permeates the opening moments of a typical outing is vi...

The fall change is just getting started here in the North Carolina Piedmont so I loaded the long rods into my four-wheel-drive time machi...

I don't get excited, these days, about trips for the mail. Sure, it's a nice walk down the ridge, along the winding gravel road, bu...

I leaned back for a moment, closed my eyes, and breathed deeply the spicy bouquet of salt, sweat, and scorched cork. That was going to b...