THE GIFT OF MEMORY

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 BOYS OF NOT-YET SUMMER

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...

RIVER-RIGHT

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

THERE’S NO WAY THEY COULD’VE KNOWN

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...

HARD WORK, SON.

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

TRIFECTA

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...

PRETTIER THAN A CATFISH IN SHALLOW WATER

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...

YOU PAYS YOUR MONEY, YOU TAKES YOUR CHANCES

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...

a.m.

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...

HEADING FOR WATER

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

THE REMINDER

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...

WE FISH BIG BECAUSE IT’S THERE

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

THE VIEW FROM MY BOOKSHELVES

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...

COMING BACK FROM ELSEWHERE

The breeze lies on the water. There are two red canoes with four people in blue life-jackets paddling with silver & black paddles. Maples...

WHY 2012 WILL BE BIG

I was just recently diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome. More specifically full-blown Tourette Syndrome. The full-blown part (which sounds...

AND SOMETIMES THE POETRY AIN’T ABOUT FISHING.

A few classics from back in the day, inspired by music and road trips. And women. THE AIR ON BOURBON Her voice was enough to make me walk...

WOODPILE

To prepare, I’ve started cutting and splitting fuel for the stove. A few weekends now spent with my dad’s old 16″ STIHL chainsaw and...

LONG HAUL

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.

HEALING THOSE WHO SERVED

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

TRACKING DAD’S DEER

I had just walked back from my stand to the truck to meet the kids. Dressed in sweatshirts, jeans, muck boots and still sporting...