Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

Shivering, hunched down into scant layers that aren’t getting the job done, it occurs to me that it’s been over a year since I’ve been cold....

I watched through the drizzle as the small herd edged closer to our bird feeders and to Mary’s beloved forsythia. They’re a bold bunch here,...

I’ve grown attached to the little guy, a regular at the feeder for the past month or so. You might wonder how I can tell this particular ho...

No one will look at the elephant. No one will speak of it though it sits just outside the front window of the Dalwhinnie, all gray and dank...

Contrary to the run of play around here, this is a fishing blog. I suppose that a Fragments from the water should be included. Stay wet,...

The journal entries from my Fall 2015 adventure in Alaska are rife with references to flying. They deserve a Fragments of their own. In ch...

More of the Fragments series. Miscellaneous excerpts from my journals. Today, realizations that fishing travel is not without it's cha...

More of the Fragments series. When reading back through old travel journals I regularly stumble onto things that shine a light into the du...

It exists for only one purpose. Trout. It wouldn't be here without them. An easy vibe, older gents in their Simms and Patagonia puffi...

No one’s seen him ‘round these parts in months, nigh on a year. Not since McMinnville. Some say those Tennessee backwaters swallowed hi...