Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

I had the great pleasure, the other day, of having lunch with the man who was a great resource and influence for me as I got back into fly ...

Hello. Remember me? I used to post around here every now and then. Lots of excuses for my absence, none good. The holidays, not fishing e...

This month's photo bin is a bit of a departure, although, given the slippery nature of these things, it's difficult to define exa...

Her advance posters, displayed brilliantly up here on the ridge, were full of promise. The golds and oranges of her oak, maple, and sourwoo...

Time moves at a breakneck pace these days. Weeks pass in a blink, months in a heartbeat. Years flow by like rivers swollen with frigid spri...

I don’t begrudge my fishing partners’ success when I’m struggling. Poor fisherman that I am, it happens most of the time. And I tend to not...

The best thing about Autumn is Summer. Indian Summer, that is. Shorts weather in November. Blue skies and brilliant sun riding high over a ...

The Photo Bin series hit the jackpot in September. Not from a quality perspective, mind you, but from a quantity perspective as the camera ...

Day 16 of 20 Days in September. Took a stroll through The Rock Garden, a few miles downstream of my usual haunts. The fishing's usually ...

Day 11 of 20 Days in September. After a week on the road it felt good to be wading home waters once again. Bushwhacked a half-mile down an o...