We were due. I know it's presumptuous to believe a river owes you something, but I did, and could make a strong argument the sentiment...

It's no secret that I love fly fishing, and possess a particular fondness for art - especially paintings. While my personal taste...

Carved into the timbered shoreline of Lake Huron's Scott's Bay, on the Northwestern side of Michigan's popular Drummond Island, sits Papin's

Seger's Against the Wind choruses in the background while lazy wipers slap back and forth and tires hum over damp blacktop...

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

The first grey hues of dusk begin to settle in, like a house guest who finally unpacks and eases into a comfy chair to share conversation...

Sweat from every pore of my body was dripping onto the cursed stationary bike when the text from my buddy Mark buzzed through. "When we...

I'm in the kitchen, because it's already dark, and I'm bored senseless; determined to remedy the situation with a few slices of salami,...

"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...

The tartar-sauce-smeared walleye sandwich, deep-fried tater tots, and tall Two Hearted hit all the right notes – more than can be said...

The last Saturday in April always holds special promise here in Michigan – the celebrated opening of trout season. From the first...

In the scheme of my nearly 48 years, I've only known Ozzy a relatively short time. But, in that time, we've shared quite a bit: drift...

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