Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

A full moon rises veiled in winter's arboreal lace Through thin high clouds, rings of salmon Swim streams of light to the celestial s...

I close my eyes and stand, barefooted, a half-mile off the pristine shores of a lush south seas island, rocking gently on the forward cast...

Welcome to Season Three of The Photo Bin. For those of you who are new to the blog (or for you regulars with memories like mine, you know...

How do we get ourselves into these things? Okay, never mind that. How do we get ourselves OUT ? To a large degree, we’re redfish rookies,...

If you look closely, you will see that for much of the year I am a subtle shade of green. It is an affliction that I refer to as Montloradah...

Grasshoppers whirl at my feet like playing cards snapped into a stiff wind, a sound that is enough like a rattlesnake to skip my heart a...

They’re finally gone, the dark numerals on my watch Faded to gray nothingness as the lithium's given up the ghost They’ve been slippi...

Shit. I don’t want to do this. Five years is enough, isn’t it? When can we stop this craziness? When do we freakin’ grow up? Shit. I don’t...

Another year ends. But don’t be lookin’ here for a “ year in review ” or a list of goals for the new one. I’ve come to the point in my life...

Finally, the end of this Christmas tale. All four parts may be seen at once, in order, here , for those who want to start from the beginni...