(fp note: since this piece was published as my submission to the TU Blogger Tour competition, I was selected by a panel of magazine...

December 24th of 2011 I wrote a post titled WHY 2012 WILL BE BIG. I wrote about my (then) recent diagnosis of Tourette Syndrome and all...

It’s five days shy of the new year. Holy. Crap. Not sure if it goes without saying, but every time the calendar reaches the last page and...

We were only two full days into our 10 day trip, but I felt as though we’d been in camp for weeks. It could be the comfort and confidence...

I caught some particularly good fish. #gallery-2665-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2665-1 .gallery-item { float: left;...

6:30 a.m. skiff running wide open and silent but for the already warm racing wind sun starting its upward creep steady growing fire and...

Islamorada, I’m here and everything about you is foreign to me. Timeless retro hotel and diner and marina signs. Languid, saronged women...

Cam Smythe was many years and many miles from his small-town childhood in the woods and water of Upstate NY. The quick smile, quiet...

My grandma Doris passed away in ’93. I was 19 and stationed in Erlangen Germany, but happened to be on a month-long mission in the UK...

The morning started at 5:30 with a couple sausage, egg and cheese breakfast wraps, coffee and an apple fritter on the ride to a...

I pull up my chair most mornings and find no words. The sun is up. Traffic is purposefully outbound. I watch. Drink coffee. Listen...

10, 9 and 7 years ago. Swaddled and warm in their loving mother’s arms, just hours after their respective births. Brand new in this great...

The Pere Marquette was a lesson in the art of disciplined optimism. This is not sunshine-and-puppies optimism. This is not...

One trip. Three videos. All from the same footage. No…not win, place and show. Win, win and win. Big props to the editorial-stylizations...

It’s been a while in the making, but Pulp Fly, Volume 1 is finally here. This eBook anthology of stories written by fly fishing writers...

Then all of a sudden, there we were. Straight from the airport. Three of us and a drift boat and a river unhinged and in the trees. Gusts...

Flight, flight, Grand Rapids by 10 a.m. I’ve been told Michigan knows how to welcome a fella. All I can tell you is that I’ve been...

Back in late-April of last year, Grant Taylor, Dean Milliman and I got together to do an advertising/awareness campaign for a local...

It’s nineteen degrees and still dark. By dawn it’ll be colder. Overnight we were bombed with the season’s first real powder and it’s...

Until 5,500 years ago this river lived a small existence. Long before glacial melt had its way and rammed the sonofabitch clear through...