Five days, 560 miles and one muskie later, it is over. Our jaunt to the Great North Woods was everything we had hoped and... »

While I have done a fair bit of fishing this year, I hadn’t yet consummated my love affair for duping small stream smallmouth... »

This week we hit the road for the annual “Weasel Fling”, a demented and lunatic springtime weekend tradition starring... »

If you like mildew, you will love the Smokies. Once again in mid-September, my long-time hiking partner Ken and I made our... »

The full moon was rising over the Indiana shoreline, a salmon was already on ice and we could see the three tallest... »