Taking some lessons from golf...
Weather-wise, it’s been a cruel summer here in northern New England. This year, parts of Maine have measured their most precipitation ever. Back-to-back clear, sunny days have been few and far between; with the rain, river flows have been unfriendly to fly fishers. I can’t remember a summer
Working with John Gierack
I grew up on a lake in Central New York, Oneida Lake, known as one of the Northeast's top walleye waters. I took my share of that brand of perch-we always said "pike" in CNY, but walleyes are of the perch family, and calling them pike is similar lazy usage as saying that brookies are trout when
I was on the day's 99th cast when I realized how much I missed doing this. As I fired off another hopeful presentation with my 10-weight, I looked up the shoreline to see dolphins surfing through the rolling waves of the Caribbean Sea. Ten minutes earlier, my wife, Robin, had jumped a 150-or-so-pound
In the back seat of my car my fly rod is still strung up with the big streamer I'd last used in October in a desperate, Hail Mary attempt to catch a smallmouth bass before winter's onset. It was cold, the wind was howling and I gave up after the time it takes to drink one beer. Now I'll settle into my
A dozen years spent mostly indoors might be about enough for this outdoorsman.
Just A Lovely Day