By Len Harris
It comes from the Northwest with bad intentions. My eyes ice up and my casting is labored. It changes directions and thwarts my best cast causing it land in the frozen underbrush. My hands are chapped and cracked from its endless attack. I finally get a decent cast against my bitter [...]
By Karl (Trout Whisperer) Seckinger
You can make friends anywhere I suppose. It’s just harder for me to make friends at the dentist office or during a tax audit. Census workers always knock during dinner, politicians wave from parades, and I’m not the best dressed at the local grocery store. I [...]
By Mike Sepelak
“Now, I ain’t never gone fly fishin’, but I did fish for trout in Colorado one time. Not up in the mountains or anything, just down in the farmland. We fished in this little creek that just dug right down through the middle of them wheat fields.”
By Roger Emile Stouff
“It’s so silly isn’t it? How we grown men take up trout fishing not simply to pursue trout but to find some place, some special place, where we feel at ease. a place to belong. God loves a man that smells of trout water and mountain meadows, cheap whiskey and branch water. [...]
By John G. White
I believe it was the Spring of the 96th year of my father’s grand total of 98 when I was down to Northeast Missouri for a visit. His broken hip was the draw this time.
By Larry Offner
Easing the kayak into the water on a cool morning
The launch
By Karl (Trout Whisperer) Seckinger
Some of you can guess at my age and from this glean the fact that I have actively fished for better than forty years. Encased in those years for me and perhaps yourselves as well was not just the hope of knowing that a large fish was more than possibly in [...]
By Mike Sepelak
Silence. Crisp, wintery silence. No, not exactly silence. Something better.
By Larry Offner
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me… a Joan Wulff fly casting DVD.
By Mike Sepelak
Twas the week before Christmas and down on the Haw
Not a fish was a’rising, the weather was raw.
The water was frigid and brisk was the air,
Too windy for fishing, but I didn’t care.
By John G. White
Two things a lodge owner will never do is trump you at pool nor admit he’s ever tasted a better battered bass or bluegill. The first is known as “lodge pool”; the second, diplomacy. Both are considered job security.
If you’re like me, and you are, you’ll run into the dude about mid-afternoon [...]
By Len Harris
As a young pup I was left to explore and to make my way on my own a lot. My sisters were quite a handful for my mother to keep track of. They ranged from age 3 to age 17. They were toddlers and young women. All of the problems of youth wrapped [...]
By Jim Witham
I slipped the key into the driver’s side door lock and twisted it to the left, expecting the click of the lock opening. No click. I twisted the key to the right. Still no click. Puzzled and a little concerned now, I waggled the key back and forth in the lock. Nothing.
I thought: [...]
By Mark Hollier
(A Sunfisher’s Diary)
It was a cool, crisp fall afternoon and the trees were blazing with autumn colors. This time of year puts me in a reflective mood. Nature is changing. The robust tapestry of spring and summer evolves into a colorful fall quilt that she pulls over herself for the big sleep of [...]
By Richard Taylor
Ruben Leonard Ford, my father-in-law, was a wizard when it came to reading trout waters. He would let you fish ahead of him and take all the time you wanted. Then here he comes announcing as he goes just where all the trout in the stream are holding. Those pronouncements were followed by [...]
