Another Gray Day
As I walked out the door into still another gray day, I was beginning to wonder if I was imagining things. Nope, I checked. Every weekend since some time in…
As I walked out the door into still another gray day, I was beginning to wonder if I was imagining things. Nope, I checked. Every weekend since some time in…
Since the last week of March I've been spending the bulk of my fishing time getting lost up the creeks that feed the Fox River. I don't keep detailed fishing…
The reluctance of the fish to head up the creeks has been both fascinating and frustrating. Not just smallmouth bass, but any kind of fish. I really shouldn't be all…
To play catch up, you can read the past progress reports here. ____________ As far as I'm concerned, the removal of the 175 year old, nearly 8 foot tall dam…
There are times my decision on where to fish is based on no more than it was convenient. No endless fishing theories, nothing to do with the time of year,…
Well, according to my camera, which I haven't bothered plugging into the computer since August 18th, I've been out and about and took 166 photos of lame stuff while out…
I call them death marches for a reason and when I gave them that name around 14 years ago, it was supposed to be a joke. With each passing year,…
Church of the Holy Fish. Services every Sunday on flowing water somewhere. This is also why I prefer fishing Fox River creeks. You don't get this out on the river.…
The real Blackberry Creek and why I like to wander it. Actually, most of the creeks around here that I fish look a lot like this, which is why I…