[caption id="attachment_7997" align="aligncenter" width="700"] view from the water looking up[/caption] A small creek flows through out backyard. It is, without question, my favorite outdoor feature of our new house– and that's saying a lot. I love the space we have, I love all the animals we can see out our windows, I love the woods… Read more...

Part of me wants to be a country boy, whatever that means. I'm always stuck somewhere between being true to who I am and trying to become something else. It used to be a jazz musician, then it was a music technology geek, then it was an angler. I am certainly all those things, but… Read more...



I fish a lot, and those frequent excursions take their toll on my waders. They are usually damp. That combined with a few small holes and the summer heat create a perfect storm of olfactory horror. There are a few leaks in the neoprene seams at my feet, which means after a few hours of… Read more...

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...



With a brand-spankin' new fishing license, there was no question Rob needed to get out with his fly rod. It took no convincing for me- after a great morning fishing for (and catching!) brook trout I was itching to get out again. Our first stop was the the river. Although it was a little bit… Read more...

[caption id="attachment_6147" align="aligncenter" width="750"] Spoiler alert![/caption] I woke up to the sound of a hard rain pelting the windows. The sky was lead-grey. I rolled out of bed, headed downstairs to make some coffee. Coffee tastes even better when it's cold and wet outside. Claire and I made some plans for the day, and there… Read more...

Fished with Sam this morning trying for some walleye, but they wouldn't cooperate. We beat the skunk with a snagged baby carp each. I counted mine as a catch, especially since it was only my second carp ever! It was a cute little dude, swam away just fine. Headed back to the creek for the… Read more...

I really thought by this point in the year I would have accepted it's cold out and focused on other things besides fishing. I suppose in some ways I have; I just finished this year's holiday album, I've been cooking lots of food, and have been working on an online fishing encyclopedia (I'll post more… Read more...

It was early on a cold Saturday morning. I woke up with a start, trying to figure out where I was. After a moment, I remembered that I was in Cleveland. Claire and I were visiting family- the Smerglia's- and the reason I was up so early was to go fishing. Leo Smerglia, who you… Read more...