The Bare Hook and a Wad of Bread That Outfished Everything in My Box
I spent forty-one dollars on a single minnow-colored crankbait the week before, and the fish in Boone Creek did not give one single damn…
Read the storyFishing stories and practical lessons about rivers, tackle, technique, fish handling, and the hard-earned judgment that develops on the water.
I spent forty-one dollars on a single minnow-colored crankbait the week before, and the fish in Boone Creek did not give one single damn…
Read the storyThe first thirty-five days I fished that stretch of river, I did not catch one…
I had been throwing that Whopper Plopper for an hour and four minutes. I know…
The first fish I ever lost out of my own pride was a smallmouth I am still mad about, and…
The catfish hole had been mine for years. A bend in the river just past the second bridge on County…
I used to keep a little tally in the notes app on my phone. Not fish caught. Skunks. Nine straight…
The fish hit at the worst possible second, the way they always do. I had the drag set wrong, my…
I caught my first musky at forty-one years old, and I spent the entire drive home trying to figure out…
I spent $340 on a St. Croix rod last spring. Watched seventeen hours of YouTube videos about reading river seams.…
I don’t know how long I fought that fish. Fifteen minutes, maybe twenty. Long enough for the sun to drop…
My buddy Dave has this thing where he describes terrible ideas like they’re facts. “We’re gonna fly into the Adirondacks,”…
There’s a specific kind of stupidity that only exists when you’re standing in a river at 6 AM, convinced you’ve…