Spring is my favorite time of year: winter is over, green things are starting to grow, and being outdoors isn’t quite so uncomfortable.

I couldn’t capture a picture of the turkey I saw (it saw me first) but I found a few snapshots of spring in the West Michigan woods.

Last year’s berries and flowers, worse for the wear. Sassafras and black raspberry lie dormant but are still striking in their bright green and purple hues.


Although I fish frequently, I'd never taken a day off of work specifically to fish– until Friday. I decided a few weeks back it would be a good way to make the transition from 29 to 30 even though that wouldn't technically happen until Saturday. I spent the week reading reports, memorizing maps and tying flies… 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...





There is a series of eight ponds half a mile from my house that I have never fished. Crazy, right? The main deterrent to fishing this prime water was the density of "no fishing" signs all along the banks. I've explored all the other ponds in the immediate area (especially now that my main form… Read more...

The high waters and colder than usual temperatures have made fishing tough lately. I haven't had much luck at all, even in my go-to spots. On Friday I stopped by my favorite spot on Salt Creek to see the flooding, and I was amazed to say the least. Instead of a small, slow-moving creek I… Read more...