It began the way many adventures do, a late night and several frosty tops, which inevitably led to fish tales. Simple as that, this narrative had shifted to drive. That was eight years ago, when I first heard my close friends back in the North Country had taken up musky fishing...
So here's the deal. I moved north last summer back to Minnesota from Colorado. We need a boat box for next summer. The smallie fishing up here is dumb, so we are aren't going to Cabelas. We are going straight...Continue reading
The Loss of a Fishing Dog, No a Fishing Partner It began online searching for the cheapest pet I could find, for Katie, my wife. But when I saw her face only a sucker would've said no. Sugar, 6 months...Continue reading
“Man, that’s some sweet brown water,” the usually cantankerous Steady Rollin’ Beer Over Flowin’ Bob Margollin whispered as to not disturb the sanctity of the topic at hand. In the present company’s vernacular, the term “brown water” refers to one of two things, and on a day that will go down in the annals both.Continue reading