In my belly were a couple beers. In my cooler were three bullheads. In my phone were some great pictures, in my head some exciting memories. These memories would inspire me, the flesh of these fish would sustain me. I was ready to go home, rinse off the toxic bug spray, and slide into bed. Read more...



After a successful weekend of fishing, I had some new protein in my fridge: Two largemouth bass fillets and a whole brown trout. I remember early on Saturday morning the exact moment I hooked the trout: I had drifted a pheasant tail nymph and a Beckstrom Special through some riffles and let it sink into… Read more...

Saturday morning I returned to the scene of the crime as it were: the first place I ever fly fished. A couple years ago, Rob and I headed to the river after a quick workshop on fly casting. We both caught trout! Ever since that first time I have been completely smitten with fly fishing. Lately… Read more...

  I've been fishing a lot, more than I'd even like to admit. Now that I have a fishing vehicle– my glorious 2002 GMC Sierra 4WD– I find myself on many short trips throughout the week. There is no shortage of places to fish within 10 minutes of our house, and I am slowly exploring… Read more...


Even now I don't consider myself somebody who likes to eat fish. Growing up I rarely ate fish, and when I did, it was undoubtedly "fishy." Although I've caught, killed, prepared, and eaten my fair share of delicious fish– bluegills, trout, and most recently sucker– I still don't think of myself as a fish lover.… Read more...


The trouble began as soon as Mark's boat hit the water. As Rob and I loaded the rods, tackle bags, worms, and various fishing devices, Mark tested his trolling motor. It wasn't working. He played with the connections, but it wouldn't go. Even the backup battery wouldn't perform. As the boat slowly drifted into the… Read more...



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...