If 007 were an angler….

I happen to be a fairly big fan of the Ian Flemming novels from the sixties. I recall the skinny little paperbacks from my father’s collection on my bookshelf while I was growing up. I hope they are packed away in box somewhere in the garage. So it is of no...

Misspent Youth

On a lazy, hot August afternoon, I found myself pounding Beldar Buggars and Woolly Sculpins in an effort to entice smallmouths along the Muskegon River with a couple of fishing pals . We had a Michigan trifecta in the boat comprised of a few rainbows, a brown and a...

A Fisherman’s Parable

A friend and business acquaintance sent a parable to me today as, I think, something of a cautionary tale. It’s too nice not to share, particularly with fellow anglers. I am probably violating all sorts of copyright in sharing it this way, but what the heck: An...

Teachings of the Trout Stream

Few experiences can be as cathartic as a day spent fishing on the river. Life’s nagging problems can safely be left on the bank, leaving us with a time for relaxation, reflection, and the appreciation of the natural wonders hidden in our busy world. What it took me a...