Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

So far away from this Southern boy's place. Snow. Ice. Big city lights. Chicago on Christmas. But intimate indoors, tucked away fr...

It's an annual tradition here (and a cheap way to squeeze in a holiday post without having to actually work for it) to trot out my hom...

Nothing energizes me (and makes me feel very, very old at the same time) like spending a couple of days with the young guns of our sport...

We stood back and watched as she roll cast the slow, shaded run that tucked tightly under the thick rhododendrons. Cast, drift, cast again;...

This year's autumn colors flew by like a leaf on a rolling trout run, paused only briefly as it spun on the seam between summer heat ...

The plan was to pack up the gear and have the truck ready to roll the evening before, allowing me to stumble from bed and into the driver...

Eight to twelve knots. Not a particularly harsh wind, here on the Crystal Coast, except when coming dead straight from the west, giving i...

It came downstream quietly Slipped in unnoticed from the north Veiled in cool, gentle rain Obscured in blankets of mist Cloaked in the ...

I've been up to my ears in pictures, these past couple of days, putting together a slideshow to present to my buddies at this month...

If redbreasts grew to be five pounds, I wouldn't go near the water. When bass fishin' around here I throw big flies, big poppers...