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 the water, it hasn’t been too disappointing considering we’ve been stuck in a subzero icebox. No worries friends, I can see the light at the end of the trout tunnel and I’m determined to brave the elements in the very near future. The arctic blast will commence soon enough and I’ll have images and words to support my case.

On a side note. The Moldy Chum slab of the month contest is underway and my Milwaukee’s best brown is in the running and needs a little love. Feel free to cast a vote my way if you feel compelled to participate: Moldy Chum Slab of the Month (the poll is on the left side of the page).

Let’s play a game of make believe, shall we? In lieu of new substantive content here at the worldwide headquarters I figured I’d offer up some largely unpublished photography. Some of the shots are repeats from older posts, but the lion’s share of these images were shot from around the Driftless in preparation for my current American Angler article. They hold exclusive rights to the handful of shots used in the article and I can’t show them on my blog until the issue has run it’s course. Some may subscribe to the notion that “less is more.” While that is fine for some, I’m the type of person that will generate a maddening number of options when brainstorming. Selecting photography is something that I do on a daily basis working as a creative director and designer, and I like to have a lot of options. With that in mind I submitted a healthy cache of shots to American Angler to support my Close Encounters thesis. There are limits to what I can accomplish on the stream by myself. Some pics I took on time delay with my trusty tripod, others were shot by my buddy Joel Woodward. The photos in this post didn’t cut the editorial mustard. These are the All-American Rejects.