They sailed ‘cross the ocean, with little emotionThe weak, the strong, young and old And when they came forth, they settled up north‘Cause they weren’t afraid of the cold Their English was broken, so little was spokenBut actions meant much Read more…
With seven days in a week, fishing fifty-two times a year should be easy. But it’s not. We fritter away hours, squander days, and unwittingly populate our past with fishless week after fishless week. Father Time is a heartless scoundrel Read more…
Much of the fun of getting to know a new fishing buddy is the slow and pleasant process of asking questions about their life and answering questions about yours. “Where’d you grow up?” “What do you do for a living?” Read more…
Steelhead are not native to Lake Superior. They have, however, made their homes in the great lake and its tributaries since the late 1800’s, and in the minds of many local anglers, this fabricated fishery was designed as a simple Read more…
I feel her flow against me in the half lightA quarter moon shines down on my eyesGuitars and old friends in the cabin But I wait for one more trout to riseI don’t know why I think I need to Read more…
During my first night at Legacy Lodge in Winter, Wisconsin, an oracle appeared in my dreams. “You will catch one musky—and only one musky—sometime over the next three days, but the day and time will be a surprise.” Bonafide oracles Read more…
What can I say, that hasn’t been said by scores?Jimmy Buffett 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 photos. Read more…
The movie adaptation of Anatomy of a Murder was filmed in the Marquette area in 1959. The book’s author, John Voelker, was also a justice for the Supreme Court of Michigan, and —perhaps more important—a first-rate trout bum before trout bums Read more…
