Winter steelhead are a finicky bunch. Something that produced fish one day won’t the next for no reason apparent to us steelheaders. It’s no secret
I’m sure by now you might be wondering what happened. Why no new posts? Where did I disappear to? Although it was longer than I
The thought of growing old depresses me. I’m not afraid of age itself, death doesn’t scare me, what I am afraid of though is my
Last fall was frustrating. The fishing wasn’t great (for me anyway) and it seemed increasingly harder to find some peace on the water. Combat fishing.
I was lucky when I was young to have such strong angling influences in my life, most notably my father and my uncles. Without these
I’m not oblivious to the fact that print is a dying medium. I’ve been witness to it since I became a published author, as slowly,