The overloaded pack creaks and groans in rhythm with the boots. One foot in front of the other. 12 miles behind us and just under two to go. Despite the training, I'm spent. Sitting for a minute we remove our packs, catch our breath and rehydrate before pushing on. Making the final ascent, the lake comes into view. It's as beautiful as I remembered. The look on my son's face says it all. He gets it. Every mile was worth it. Blake had been asking to go on a backpacking trip wi

"OH SHIT!" The words erupt without permission after two quick strips and a metallic flash engulfs my streamer. The rod pulses wildly as...

I can feel the sweat trickling down my back. The thermometer is already pushing 90 and the humidity is on the rise. Even the beer is...

“I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.” If you've spent any time...

It's May in Michigan. The season has been wet with weather that can't quite make up its mind. A few days ago we had the furnace running,...

As I released the third cuthroat in as many casts, I was once again reminded of the incredible power of lucky hats. It was a...

It's military slang that means to consciously accept or appreciate something that is extremely unpleasant but unavoidable for forward...

My friends, Pat and Amber Casey, are bad asses. It's as simple as that. Not only are they incredibly successful hunters and anglers in...

Sunday mornings have always been our routine. Walks in the woods on Sunday mornings. And somehow she always knows what day of the week it...

It was supposed to be a hunting trip. My oldest son, Kyle, moved to Bozeman in 2018 to attend college and since that time my dad and I...

A backpacking and fly fishing trip into the rugged Sawtooth Wilderness.

This moment, like all moments, is fleeting. It lives again only in the stories of older men shared around a campfire in the wild.

Sometimes it’s good for men my age to have things that remain unattainable. Things that are still unspoiled and left to the imagination.

November brings the end of a season and a longing for a more simple time.

Three friends take a road trip through Colorado to chase solitude and wide open spaces while searching for trout.

Friendship and Fall trout in Northern Michigan...

Jon Osborn (Ozzy to his friends), is an old soul with a love for the outdoors and a serious penchant for storytelling - especially as it...

The sound of a calving glacier is difficult to describe. It starts with a loud crack, like the hands of an angry god clapping, but then...

Backpacking and fly fishing Wyoming's amazing Wind River Range.

Part 1 - Making plans. It was March of 2016 and I was working on plans for a fishing trip to Canada with my dad and youngest son. This...