Mid Winter Warm ups

January and february in Indiana is cold as a witches titty. The weather is very unpredictable. Some years we get no snow, and some years we get puked on. Lake effect snow and ice has been piling up this year shutting down roads and rivers but also giving me a chance to tie and regroup for the next day when […]

CHROMED Out

As the weather improves up here in the Midwest so does the fishing. My buddy Mike and I decided that we would try and head East in search of steelhead. The rivers that we were fishing had been frozen for most of the winter, however, the high temperatures and direct sun light really helped the fish get back into their […]

Winter Steel

  Four buddies and I traveled north to Pulaski for some true winter steelheading in typical Great Lakes conditions. The temperature was low and over the course of two days, it rarely stopped snowing. Each morning we awoke to 6-8 inches of snow that added onto the few inches received throughout the day. The temperature and wind resulted in frozen […]

Old Man Winter

Well, it’s about that time of year where the fishing in the Keys makes a drastic change. The north winds have began to blow and the temps are dropping. Old man winter is creeping his dirty face around here, and, he isn’t welcome. Bonefishing gives way to redfishing on most days, which isn’t a bad thing. The change is nice, […]

The “One”

    In 2008, I made my first fly fishing trip to the Great Lakes tributaries to target steelhead. I began with 7 hour trips to Erie and later branched out to the equally far Western Ontario tributaries near Oak Orchard. When I finally fished the larger water of the Salmon River, I knew that it offered a lot and […]

The Pursuit of Happiness

You would think a fishless five months would alter your perspectives towards some aspects of the pursuit of fish with a fly rod.  If it did for me, those alterations occurred in how I daydreamed about it.

Steelhead & Frozen Feet

  A long, hard, and cold week had me looking for an emergency escape hatch around every corner. Not finding one, I sent Adam a text with a semi-desperate plea for him to stop thinking about carp, and instead think about accompanying me on a trip north for some steelhead. It had been two months since our last hellish trip. […]