Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

I suppose that this should really be called The Photo Bin - Beaver Island Edition. So be it. It's been too hot since my return to ge...

We drift quietly to the lee side, set the anchors, and slip over the aluminum gunnels into the cool turquoise water. Crystal clear. Rocky...

Austin Aducci I've said it before but it bears repeating. Authoring a "fly fishing blog" carries no presumption of compet...

Summertime, and the livin' is easy Easy, that is, as long as you don't mind it hot. These days, you get outside and get it don...

Summer 1982 Durham, North Carolina Rice's Farm pond My father, my son, a Zebco and a few zealous bluegills Dad, I'm glad that ...

Gonna rain in an hour. Gonna rain hard. He'd pulled through the boat ramp with his F-150 and trailer of canoes and made the pronounce...

I've been a bit of a slug, here of late. No major reason, but the phrase " death from a thousand cuts " keeps coming to mind....

For the past few years, the last thing I’ve done each and every evening has been to pick him up from his bed in the living area, carry him ...