Reflections

By no coincidence it is 4:30 in the morning and the cabin is silent, except for the hushing buzz of the HVAC system lulling nearly everyone into a pseudo dream state. I can hear Glen Frey “You belong to the Night” in my earphones and it strikes me ironic as we are...

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...