Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

The twelfth time’s the charm. I know it’s the twelfth because it wasn’t the eleventh. No, it most certainly wasn’t the eleventh. I was tr...

A repeat, here, of a piece that I posted nearly four years ago under the title One Bug is Quiet. ~o~ We stood back and watched as she rol...

The plan was to knock around The Big Easy for a few days. Wander the Garden District, the French Quarter, and maybe a bayou or on the outsk...

It has occurred to me that I have been taking myself too seriously for too long and this poor little blog has suffered for it. I've fal...

We caught fish. More than that, We made stories. Stories that we’ve told over and over. Stories that make us laugh with every telling....

Bend it Net it Juggle it Admire it Kiss it Celebrate it

Step 1: Find carp Steps 2-4: Cast to carp Steps 5-7: Scream at @#$% picky-ass carp (and guides, and Gods, and everything else) ...

Scott Thompson: That Feeling True story (and I say that because around here one can never be sure), I had a dream last night that I was ...

Where to begin? When you last encountered this intrepid blogger he dropped a two-month-old pile of South Andros photos on you, then disap...