(fisher)men and fire

(fisher)men and fire

I don’t know whether it’s the fire, the meat or the beer, all men think they are experts when they stand in front of a grill. I won’t use the word expert, but I’m confident in front of glowing coals, beer and meat.  I’ve probably cooked a metric ton of beef at this...
It feels good to talk about dry flies

It feels good to talk about dry flies

Nothing says spring like the hendrickson.  A subtly pink fly that embodies the pending bloom, it typically hatches during the warmest part of the day.  It’s a meaty fly, with wings to my eyes are held at lower angle than olives that often hatch with them.  At...
Opening Day 2015

Opening Day 2015

We experienced some fantastic snow showers today from the warm confines of the fly shop. The boys from Escanaba stoked the fire and played cribbage and watched baseball.   Us shop guys (and gals) stocked the shelves. A few of the brave headed to the river and...
Here’s to another great season.

Here’s to another great season.

Opening weekend is always a tumultuous time for me.  The anticipation of dry-fly season is part of a bittersweet stew that includes replacing a circuit box, moving in new equipment, prepping an entire restaraunt from scratch and convincing my back and knees that no,...
Just go fishing.

Just go fishing.

At least once a season I’m reminded that there’s something to just going fishing. I’m not talking about the pleasures of being out there (great though they are), but instead the idea that an angler should carry no preconceived notions to the river....