The leaves aren’t the only things that turn in this neck of the woods once Fall arrives. In our barn, upstairs in the hunt/fish lodge,...

They don’t bite when you’re expecting. They know when you’re trying just too damn hard and simply let your drift be. But when your mind...

How in the hell am I supposed to see this thing on the water? I asked. You’re not, was the reply. If you see a rise within 3 feet of...

* The 6th installment in a series of sections from my Masters thesis, which was (in large part) about fishing. [20] Villager Restaurant....

I was born with a sense for the changing seasons, as was my dad. This is not too terribly profound a birthright, since Winter, Spring and...

Independence Day weekend was upon us and my wife, three kids and I were staying with friends in their cabin in Old Forge to celebrate....

It’s been said that parents need to let their children make mistakes. Protecting them 100% of the time, while most likely keeping them...

Like any other fishing morning, Saturday started very early and with a strong pot of coffee. Tony arrived around 5 and we wasted some...

OK. Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m talking about the view from my office window today. Some patient, fortunate and obviously...

Ahhh, mid-summer. The prelude to fall…my favorite time of year. Cicadas have begun to echo their rattling song in the lush heavy-ness of...

I was in 8th grade. Live Aid and We are the World. Reagan was sworn in for a second term. The first WrestleMania went top-rope at the...

While the phone didn’t play nice for Saturday’s outing, it made up for itself on Sunday with the boys. Here’s a little recap of the...

Saturday’s kayak excursion delivered one very nice largemouth (see below), a mess of panfish, a lot of paddling and a chance to see one...

Father’s day is this weekend. I honestly had no idea. I’ve got to get out from under this rock… Now that I’m cognizant of the fact that...

We climb out of the dark for sunrise, ease into night from the evening. Somewhere in there the fish bite.

[2] I. Not yet sun-up. 10-speed with fishing pole across the handlebars. Tackle box in backpack. Maybe a snack. Maybe some paper route...

One very cool thing about this blog is the fact that my kids, when they’re old enough to appreciate it, will have a pretty exhaustive...

Stan had pulled up a sunny patch of shoreline at the base of a massive ponderosa pine, fly rod laid on the ground next to him. Blue jeans...

Wednesday afternoon Josh and I decided to drive to Sisters and scout the Metolius. Our original plan was to fish the Crooked, but reports...

After the first night in the yurt, I was up at 6:30. I slept well, but Josh had been up around 1 or so trying to pre-empt a migrane. The...