Another gorgeous early Spring day

April 11, 2018

A weird looking mushroom A miniature run in this little stream Prime brook trout lie right here. I've pulled a bunch of them out of this spot! Baby ramps starting to pop up.

really got to try some wintercress this year. I know a few nearby places where it grows, all of which happen to be brook trout streams.

Watercress: Ancient Flavor

Vanderbilt

September 30, 2014

This year was different. I wasn't an angler tagging along on a hunting trip, I was a hunter. Sort of, maybe, kind of part of the group. I brought my fly rod and also my gun. Read more...

Early summer recap

June 6, 2014

Summer is here. It's been a while since I last posted. I've been busy. Busy doing lots of things; so busy that most of my time has been spent doing stuff. I'd rather do things than write about things. But what is a blog if not a place to share what I've been up to? In… Read more...

Third day in the Northwoods

October 4, 2013

I wasted no time downing two cans of espresso, jumping into my waders, and disappearing into the woods. Read more...

The Amazing and Delicious Brook Trout

October 2, 2013

I grabbed my net, and after the magnificent battle my personal best brook trout was in my hands.

Into the woods

October 1, 2013

As I hiked I took in the woods like a baby that had just been born. I walked in awe of my surroundings.

Exploring for smallies, brookies, and chubs

July 29, 2013

Exploring for smallies, creek chubs, and brook trout

Garden Hackle

June 24, 2013

I haven't fished still water for weeks. It's not that I have anything against ponds or lakes, I just like rivers and creeks so much. I tend to have more luck in moving water, maybe because I fish it more. A vicious cycle. I went most of last week without a phone. After a fairly wet… Read more...

"Welcome to God's country"

June 11, 2013

Early Saturday morning I got out of my car into the cold, quiet air. Surrounded by very tall trees, I could hear the faint sound of a nearby stream. As I walked to to the water the sand and gravel crunched under my boots. I hiked along a bridle path that followed the stream, staring… Read more...