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 bass bumps hard as Seth and Sarah belt out the lyrics to “Old Town Road” with the band. Everyone’s dancing, partying, and drinking...

It's black and silent. Deep in my subconscious something pulls me toward a light. A sound registers. Distant, but moving closer. Shuffled...

I've had it. Had it with the traffic. The RVs and buses and vans. The gawkers and rubberneckers. The safety signs and orange cones. The...

We’re heading into the wooded grove that has been our go-to spot for so many Sunday outings. The place I learned to hunt as a boy, and...

It's mid July, hotter than hell, and the AC in the truck is out. We're cruising the highway with the windows down and the music up. At...

It snowed last night. Just a light dusting, but enough to turn things white again. We throw in another log and stoke the wood stove to...

In a world overrun by categories and labels, hunting is the great equalizer. The outdoors is one of the few places where age, gender,...

I distinctly remember flying around the old logging road corner watching the boat trailer roll up hard on one wheel. Way up. I was...

I recently finished reading Harrison's memoir "Off To The Side". Out of the many brilliant writings in this book, one paragraph...

A light snow begins to fall in the forest. Coming to rest on the boughs and carpeting the now-brown pine needles and shriveled ferns....

I'm a newbie to the world of upland hunting and, right out of the gate, I make a rookie mistake, asking Jon about his hunting dog on our...

We cut our first elk tracks five miles in, post-holing our way through heavy snow often reaching past the knee. Kyle has taken the front,...

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...

"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...