“ OH SHIT!" The words erupt without permission after two quick strips and a metallic flash engulfs my streamer. The rod pulses wildly as line burns out from under calloused fingers. I'm pretty sure I'm into one of the monster smallies this water is known for, until I get another look and realize I'm attached by nothing more than a thin clear thread to a trophy brown. This unexpected brown came from marginal waters when we were chasing smallies My buddy, Jon Osborn (Ozzy) and

Nestled within the Manistee-Huron National Forest in the heart of North West Michigan’s Blue-Ribbon-Trout-Stream country...

"The first rule of this river is that you don't talk about this river. At least by name." That's how the text read. "Understood." This...

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