Monsters in July

I can scarcely remember how I came to this place. When I was young the water flowed all around me. The swift current swept bugs and small minnows through predictable paths, and I ate recklessly. When the small bugs tried to fly, I jumped through the air and caught them Read more…

Solitude Lost

The Middle Branch of the Escanaba River begins northwest of Humboldt, Michigan and flows south and east until it joins the East Branch just below the the town of Gwinn.¬†Highly oxygenated riffles, pools the size of small lakes, spring-fed tributaries, and an abundant supply of food make the resident trout Read more…

Protectors of the Trout

Long before the time of Trout Unlimited, the Great Spirit appeared before an assembly of Michigan’s coldwater fish to warn of the Intrusion. The Intruders, the Spirit foresaw, would harvest the grand white pines, sully the clear waters with silt and debris, and obstruct and warm the rivers with massive Read more…