The People we meet along the way

It was a brisk September morning two years back. I recall it vividly. Fog hung low in the fens and valleys, you could smell the musty odor of ferns beginning to decompose. The sun intermittenly poked its face through trees and hills hi-lighting the smoke grass and...

Quiet Nights

Sometimes, you just need to sit in the dark and wait. There is something about solitude in the dark that allows one to clear their mind, focus on the task at hand and contemplate the bigger picture. No apologies for not putting finger to mouse and getting more writing...

Boyne Outfitters

Before we get into the middle of things, a quick little prelude to the big show.  I work as as a server at a nice little Cafe’ in Boyne City. We serve a splendid breakfast (highly recommend the Croque Madame or the Eggs Chasseur), lunch and dinner seven days a...

Skinny Water and Brook trout

Trout Season is upon us. The foliage along the banks and trail into the river resemble shades of cilantro and lime green.  Fiddlehead Fern fronds emerge from the soil and fill the air with a scent that can only be Northern Michigan on a favorite stretch of cedar...

Orvis Access Switch Rod

A friend of mine from Colorado insisted I take his new switch rod out for a test drive. How does one say ‘NO’ to an offer like that? ‘Hey->> here are the keys to my new Porsche 911 – take it around the block and see how she...

SIC part II

Time has passed, we have been quite busy. While many of you were off at the Fly Fishing Expo in Macomb County, TNT was teaching fathers and sons the art of casting a fly rod on the frozen shoreline of Walloon Lake at Camp Daggett. Later in the day, we would get the...

Tying with April in March

This month has been the month of firsts. First major snowfall in Northern Michigan, a heavy wet blanket that knocked power out to thousands of customers for nearly a week. First solo road trip to Wellston to visit Ray in my own fish vehicle in many, many years. And...

Spring Opener

The snow is gently wafting outside the window. Boxes are piled up around my tying desk as we prepare our next chapter in life. To say this has been an odd winter in Northern Michigan would be an understatement. The bay doesn’t seem to have an inclination of...