My home office has got some hellafied built-in bookshelves. As a matter of fact, those bookshelves and the barn were the two things that...

And sometimes you throw a punch that starts from your toes and finishes with you standing over him saying get up…I’m not done with you yet.

The weekend of November 4th brought a pretty heavy frost to the Salmon River near Altmar, NY. It also brought over a dozen combat...

It was a morning like any other morning on the water. Then it wasn’t. Big nasty pike got a whole jaw-full of strip-set-streamer-and-eight...

Two years have now officially passed since my first blog post. It’s been a great ride so far, and I consider myself fortunate to have the...

When we were planning this trip to Idaho, right up to the week prior, there were gaps in our itinerary. Even after we had finished dinner...

The next morning our drive to the South Fork felt entirely different. It was the same landscape of sprawling grain fields and foothills,...

DAY 1 By 9:30 we had packed the truck, eaten some breakfast, gassed and coffee’d up and were on the road for our four hour haul to Idaho...

Out front of the hotel and across the highway, the geese were up, flying west/southwest at 7 a.m. just as they had the last two mornings....

Looking out the window at 30,000 feet over the canyons and low-slung foothills of southwest Idaho, my brain still hadn’t registered the...

Ten Days. Five different rivers. A whole lot of new friends. Idaho kicks ass. Stay tuned for reports from the trip.

I’ve managed to get myself tied into a trip to Idaho with a close friend of mine. We’re going for work. Just enough work to be able to...

It’s been a busy summer for house-projects, travel and work. Four months have already passed since I made the jump from the agency world...

PADDLING Fat white-gray clouds on blue beyond the rugged pine shores, east beyond Indian and Wolf Mountains, west beyond Chaumont Swamp...

Ten foot kayak in eight feet of water. Settled into the glass between a field of lily pads and a line of flooded pine stumps— trees that...

I met Mike this past winter at a fly-tying event he organizes, called Guys, Flies & Pies. We discovered a mutual affinity for bass, and...

The plan was to paddle our kayaks into the West River for bass. Jason and I made the same trip last year and have fished a handful of...

We didn’t keep track of how many we caught. But we know Gersh caught none. …and Tony stayed away from the birds this time around. Man,...

We don’t golf on no steenking golf course. We’re too busy catching bass and laughing at your drives.

This past Memorial Day weekend, I spent a few days camping in the Adirondacks with some new friends and fishing for native brook trout....