Grayling 2.0

There once was a small town in northern Michigan, with a big beautiful river- and no one was on it. On a cold rainy day in March, two steadfast fishermen went to float that very same river-and still, no one was on it. Tired and dreay from the six a.m. alarm that...

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...