Posts tagged "Wisconsin"
Stuck in a Moment

Stuck in a Moment

I’m happy to report that I feel compelled for the first time in a while to tell an actual fishing related story. Not just the lazy camera dump and caption level blog entry that has polluted this site for some time. I had an interesting trip recently that seemed worthy of doing an actual write...
Like a Hot Knife Through Butter

Like a Hot Knife Through Butter

Before I can even muster a post on current affairs, it appears as if we’re on cruise control to greener pastures. I’m not going to lie, I stood streamside a few days back and contemplated whether or not I should wet wade this particular stretch of brook trout water. I was simply feeling a little hot...
While You Were Away...

While You Were Away…

I’ve had a significant case of writer’s block in the gap since my last post. I’ve had scads of images queued up for months in a handful of entries that just haven’t come to fruition. Fish and fishing has come and gone with little more than a few handheld fish shots to bear witness. The...
The Hurt Locker

The Hurt Locker

My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over. After gauging the level of dissatisfaction amongst the passengers in my vehicle, I have unilaterally adopted a strategy to completely eradicate the lingering musk. While it is true we are not completely out of the woods in the waning days of the inland trout season, significant measures have...
Guilt by Association

Guilt by Association

The jury is still out on a number of fronts. As I attempted to “take it easy” for the better part of August I made the wise decision to reinvest my dividends. Yup, it’s about that time of year where I put the boy front and center. The old makin’ lemons from lemonade mantra is...
Get the Lead Out

Get the Lead Out

I feel compelled to make up for my last post. I was exhausted following a few days of fishing and was just too lazy to recount the ups and downs of steelheading bliss. I will endeavor to make up for my shortcomings by giving you some tactical tidbits in this post. Tactics and tying don’t...
Finding Nemo

Finding Nemo

Did you think I’d forgotten you? Without a doubt I suffer from multiple personality disorder. I’m able to switch from one vice to the next like a kid in a candy store. The frigid days of February made for some solid rounds of neighborhood puck and ice fishing, but left the long rod waning. This...
Off the Grid

Off the Grid

Welcome back folks. Feel free to soak in this stunning display of natural beauty kick-off the 2015 season. I put myself on a self-imposed hiatus. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to be knee-deep in fishing related banter, it’s that I’ve been dealing with a cancer diagnosis and a job layoff in the family (and the...
Lemonade

Lemonade

I must admit that a sense of rage had begun to wash over me by mid-November. It had become readily apparent that my annual late fall assault on Milwaukee area tribs would be significantly hampered. Mother nature dealt us a cruel blow last fall by locking up the usual spots at a ghastly early date....
Placebo

Placebo

Let’s just pretend we didn’t get polar vortex’d this week, okay? What a difference a day makes. It’s as if someone simply turned out the lights. I look forward to many winter activities, but I must confess that when January weather starts in November, the dark season can be a long haul. This is when...
Right Place, Right Time

Right Place, Right Time

So much angling fodder is spent discussing the nuances of gear, tackle and tactical approaches. There’s really very little left to the imagination. Many folks will be more than happy to offer up a treatise on the latest flyline or fly and why their flavor of the week is something to behold. The Ferrari drivers...
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Great Expectations

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...
Mess with the Bull, You Get the Horns

Mess with the Bull, You Get the Horns

Happy Wisconsin opener y’all. Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. I’d like to celebrate this annual tradition with an in-depth review of my April conquests, but that would simply be a smoke screen for less rewarding scuttlebutt. Typically I’d find myself knee deep in caddis by now, but for...
The Winter of My Discontent

The Winter of My Discontent

From the high volume of weather related Facebook posts in the last few weeks, I’m pretty sure that we’re all more than a little tired of being polar vortexed. I get it. It’s cold and snowy outside, no pics needed, I’m scraping my car windows just like the rest of you. From an angling perspective, my...
Black Friday

Black Friday

Happy holidays, folks. For those of you still sifting through the blogosphere, I’ll offer you up a little respite from the Adrift™ historical record by providing some angling action from last week. The early morning traffic on the Milwaukee River was less than I anticipated for a holiday weekend. My Black Friday tradition is usually...
ROI

ROI

My hiatus from local fishing reporting ends today. I’ve left it to others to provide you blow by blow accounts of middle west cold water conquests. Those of us who have chosen the path of blogdum are always faced with the blank page. What path do we chose to fill our infinitely scrolling publication? Long...
Can't Hardly Wait

Can’t Hardly Wait

Just thought I’d throw down a quick, “how do you do?” The good news is that there’s a lengthy wrap up on my Colorado excursion sitting in the queue. The bad news is that I’ve neglected finishing the writing. I’ve been too busy logging stream miles, and made a recent pilgrimage to see the new/old...
An Embarrassment of Riches

An Embarrassment of Riches

Where has summer gone? From deep in the Ozark Mountains, to some rocky mountain highs , I’ve been peddling my goods far and wide since our last visit. What little free time I’ve had has been spent doing this or that rather than paying homage to the blog. The first order of business has been...
The Best of Both Worlds

The Best of Both Worlds

Nothing says R&R like a magnificent sunrise in the greater La Crosse area. A quick peek out my hotel window revealed a plethora of choices. Should I wander over to the Home Depot for some wallpaper paste, or hit the Olive Garden for the all you care to eat pasta bowl with extra Alfredo? I opted...
Up Shit Creek

Up Shit Creek

In standard annual rite of passage fashion I strapped on the boots and donned the waders for celebratory purposes. It was birthday week here at the worldwide headquarters, and the gift that keeps on giving is a hearty round of chasing tail. For a second year in a row I was snubbed in the steelhead...
We've Only Just Begun

We’ve Only Just Begun

Are you tired of looking at my windshield yet? I should retire this photo from the usual assortment of flotsom, but I seem to keep snapping the pic and subsequently feel the need to post it. I think it may be a subconscious reaction to Phil Monahan after he posted one of my videos on...
Sorry Folks Park's Closed

Sorry Folks Park’s Closed

Better late than never? You bet. The long wait was over as I finally made my inaugural run into the badger state for some trouting last Friday.  In typical fashion it was an early departure. Dawn raids are an imperfect proposition this time of year, but I don’t give a shit. While y’all were sleeping...
The All-American Rejects

The All-American Rejects

My post holiday hangover has lingered into the new year. Day to day duties as chief brainstrust at Labor have kept me off the streams during the winter season thus far. Like clockwork, most of my clients have returned from break with guns blazing to get some actual work done. While I’m itching like mad to hit...
Duck and Cover

Duck and Cover

The proliferation of the duct tape and plastic sheeting mentality is not a new phenomenon. A wise man once exclaimed, “the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” Another one of my personal favorites is the classic cold war era Duck and Cover propaganda film where children were advised on how to protect themselves from an atomic blast. Paranoia and...
Apple Pie and Ice Cream

Apple Pie and Ice Cream

I knew that I was in trouble the minute we rolled into our 4th of July vacation destination. My wife’s Aunt has been lobbying us to visit her cabin in Mercer, Wisconsin for a number of years. I’m not sure why we haven’t take her up on the offer sooner? There is no arm twisting...
The Make Up Call

The Make Up Call

Is there anything worse than watching a basketball game where dubious officiating changes the course of the contest through the time honored tradition of the make-up call? Most of the time this curious act takes a bad situation and makes it worse. For those of us that prefer the comfort of a cold stream to...
Because It's There

Because It’s There

I woke up Saturday morning with the Dane County weed filled outing fresh in my mind, though the thought of scouting new subpar trout water also floated in my head like a mild hangover. I scoured Waukesha County last year in search of the trout that few deem worthy of pursuit, and I was dead...
Ron Dayne and Mary Jane

Ron Dayne and Mary Jane

One of my many visits to Dane County was particularly unkind to me. It was fall 1999 and I found myself deep in enemy territory, outside Camp Randall Stadium. My beloved Iowa Hawkeye football team was in full rebuild mode following the departure of legendary coach Hayden Fry, yet I opted to dawn an obnoxious...
I'm Loving It

I’m Loving It

After seeing the movie Super Size Me I recall contemplating if this film would actually create a dent in the armor of the mighty “golden arches.” Most reasonable people are aware of the risks that fast food presents, but just don’t care in lieu of instant gratification and ease of caloric intake. Strangely enough trout streams...
It's a Small World (after all).

It’s a Small World (after all).

My arrival home from fishing last week was greeted with my 4-year old son Jack saying, “Why can’t I go fishing, Dad?” Quickly my mind provided the silent retort, “Because we won’t catch any trout with your tornado-like streamside demeanor.”  Though the real answer was, “Of course, let’s give it a go next week!” I...
Happy Birthday to Me?

Happy Birthday to Me?

My birthday was on Thursday. The tradition for my family has been to celebrate it in Milwaukee, as I have the coincidence of sharing a birthday with my mother-in-law. Typically I’ll have a few days to hit the Lake Michigan spring steelhead run. This year due to circumstances beyond my control, there will be no...
Brooks and Done

Brooks and Done

    I’ll cut to the chase. This might be the worst blog title I’ve penned to date. For starters I’m not much of a contemporary country music fan and furthermore the title, while accurate, pushes this wacky headline thing a bit far. My apologies. I sent my video from Cozumel to my buddy Joel Woodward a few weeks...
Day of the Living Dead

Day of the Living Dead

Welcome to Adrift No. 1, now in High Definition! I’ve been appreciating how electronics manufacturers have been marketing digital cameras with “Full HD” the same way motels pitched COLOR TV 50 years ago. Enjoy! It was with a full belly of Thanksgiving turkey that I set out on Friday morning in pursuit of the world-class brown trout that the...
Tour de Pierce

Tour de Pierce

School starts on Monday, so yesterday I decided I’d pile the youngsters in the car in search of trout and other trouble. I had been meaning to get deeper into Pierce county this summer, but hadn’t really made it. Our first stop (not including Dairy Queen in Ellsworth) was a quick stop to pay our...