For the Love of Fishing
These are fish we boating in the last couple of days out of BH. All these were successfully released, although we did keep a few “eaters”
I don’t mind fishing alone. In fact, at times I prefer it. When I fish by myself, I am always the best angler in the boat. I never get out fished and if I get skunked, there is no one there to witness my shame. If I find a hot...
The warm weather in February and early March allowed up to get a head start on the brown trout action.
Standing on a sun-drenched beach, barefoot, up to my knees in cool saltwater, I slowly draw back an 8-foot saltwater spinning rod high over my head. With a steady swing of my arms, I send a 3-ounce pyramid sinker and circle hook draped with some bits of shrimp I bought...
I was driving back from Sturg after a haircut appointment. My new barber, Desirée at Razor’s Edge, had done a pretty decent job, considering what she had to work with. On the way back to Baileys Harbor, I decided to drive up North Shore Drive past the old stone quarry...
Seems like I have spent the first portion of this winter season not ice fishing, but fishing for ice. Even as late as Christmas I was still launching my boat into open water rather than dragging my ice shelter onto a frozen lake. (See my Merry Fishmas post.) The mild...
Christmas Day was always a special time. There was typically a crispness in the air and a lightness in everyone’s heart. A sparkling blanket of snow covered the ground, quietly waiting to be disturbed by skis, sleds and shovels. Christmas also brought a break from my job teaching high school....
