Great Expectations
I’ve stated ad nauseam that there is no finer fly fishing month in these parts than June. There truly are many fantastic times throughout the year to be a flinger, I just happen to be fond of June. As I recently searched through the battered remains of my Panasonic’s memory card I was left wanting. The...
Get ’em While They’re Fresh
From the neighborhood golf course to the Caribou parking lot, our cup runneth over. The amount of water pumping through the greater Twin Cities area and dumping into my hood is immense. At least one guy found the silver lining in our time of need. This season of historic high water has forced some to find...
Brother Carp
In my teen years I picked up the nickname “Brother Carp” from my fishing crew as a moniker of solidarity. The reasons for this become harder to explain with my advancing age. My buddies and I somehow picked up the brotherhood theme in our many hours of outdoors tomfoolery and perhaps the influence of an...
