Category Archives: Photo Galleries

Sandhills

“Somewhere in the summer distance, I can hear the Sandhills cry” Ben Winship WAITING ON THE EVENING RISE  (click on the photos to enlarge) Share

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Anatomy of a Weekend

Cast of Characters ADAM, John Voelker’s quick-witted grandson TIM, the bumbling photographer and flailing fisherman BROOK TROUT, the foolish and unwary native Scene One: The Internet Prologue (Email exchange, day one.) ADAM Tim, I’m thinking of coming up to camp for this weekend. If you are free why don’t you come down and we can […]

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The Last Day

As the sun sank behind the large maple at the end of our driveway, the Last Day morphed into the Last Night and I sorted through the last of the photos. Now I was trying to tell the story. . . . What could I do, that’s never been done before? What can I say, […]

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“They’ve never really been there”

It would be ironic — and a hideous thought to contemplate — if this little book should help bring about the discovery of the “forgotten” Upper Peninsula. Yet I take comfort when I reflect that the people who might find and deflower my native heath rarely hold still long enough to read books.  . . […]

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Rolling a Cast on Frenchman’s

All Hail the roll cast: all fishermen should be required to learn it at birth. I teach it by special appointment, but only on Leap Year Day. John Voelker Anatomy of a Fisherman I think the instructor would be proud of his student . . . (John Voelker’s grandson Adam Tsaloff rolling a cast on […]

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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 happy which, in turn, causes […]

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No one goes there anymore

I keep a picture of a river, and what used to be a store. Joshua Davis Delta 88 from the album Fool Rooster You can float the main branch of the Escanaba River from Princeton to Cornell, but, if you drive the narrow two-lane blacktop roads between those Ivy League cities, you’ll likely see this […]

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Rubus Parviflorus

So with the advance in years, if not precisely wisdom, I looked for other things to do to while away the more resolutely riseless hours and avoid the risk of ever becoming bored with my greatest outdoor love. These antiboredom diversions were few at first but presently grew and grew. Chief among them was gathering […]

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The Grass is Sweeter

To my mind there is no fairy wand in creation more graceful and beautiful than a good bamboo fly rod. John Voelker Spots Before the Eyes in Trout Madness “If you have the okay to pull the trigger, I would do it and enjoy the rod for the rest of your life. You could get […]

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A Memorable Photograph

Life photographer Robert Kelley took over 1,400 photographs when he visited John Voelker in 1961. I have a reproduction of this one on the wall in my office: (From Life magazine.) The light. The fog. The person. The place. I’ve often wondered how Mr. Kelley felt when he took that photograph. Fifty years later I […]

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Photos: The Wait and the Reward

I have known many fishermen but never have I known one who could make trout feed when they don’t want to. As the child soon learns his ABCs so the wise fisherman swiftly learns the value of his two big W’s: watching and waiting. That and the rewards of patience. John Voelker Anatomy of a […]

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