Top Of Our Game

When at his worst, a fisherman’s mind wanders to water. That 6 am, grave thick hovering fog above a glassy lake in the north woods. Where the sound of a phantom loon sounds the morning bell that day has arrived and the fishermen will come and play. The winding river in the mountains that labyrinths…

We’ll Settle for Unsettling Waters

Never settle for less. Less than you deserve. Less than your worth. Less than extraordinary. But, it sure is easier said than done, isn’t it? We settle all the time. Settle for the last donut that’s stale and smudged multi colored because all the other donuts have rubbed up against it being pulled out of…

River Buddy: A Note From Dad

No man really wants to have daughters.   If they say they do then they were born post 1950 and are lying.  They’re lying because their wives are listening and they still want to have sex once in a while without having to watch “Pride and Prejudice” for the 10th time while simultaneously assuring them that their…

LOCD

Do you get easily distracted by shiny objects? When at a 4 star restaurant, does the resplendency of the metallic plated utensil that we so simply call a spoon remind you of a spinner bait? Do your girlfriend’s dangly earrings send you into a frenzy of tying nostalgia as you envy her ability to adorn…

Fishellaneous

Preference is inevitable. Chocolate or Vanilla? Cubs or Sox? Star Trek or Star Wars? Beatles or Stones? Ketchup or mustard? Fly or Cast?  Bass or Trout? You can’t love both. You can LIKE both. But, one will always sit a bit higher than the other on the podium. How exactly do we best explain this?…

A Trout Above The Rest

It turns out we missed blogging about a very special riverbum escapade from last year. You know you fish a lot when a whole trip goes un-noticed. We figured since our rivers are just recovering from watergeddon, now would be a good time to reminisce about it. Of course, how could we forget such a…

We’re Back…

We’re back. Like the walking dead, furbies, 90210, Rambo, boomerangs and a good hunting dog. We always come back! Yes, it’s true. We have emerged from our snowy veiled cocoons of wintry lives filled with numerous business trips, chilled waters, and the occasional social appearance. From Thanksgiving until now, Easter Sunday, we had been imprisoned…

The Basst of 2012

It’s the new year! So, we are putting the past behind us and moving on with a post of our favorite moments in the river of 2012. Due to an abundance of emails asking to see our favs and yours, we have decided to forgo the usual Riverbum Rant and just go the visual distance.…

Second Chance Casts

There is something refreshing about the phrase, “A second chance.” A second chance at life, at opportunity, and even love. I mean after all, we are here to make mistakes and learn from them. The meaning of life is to fish, obviously. But if there were a second meaning we would say perseverance. Falling down and getting…

Thanks Be To Fishing

A fisherman should always be thankful. Because despite what Simms or Orvis will tell you, equipment doesn’t catch a fish, faith does. And after so much faith is put into something, once the result is achieved, thanks are in order. No matter the outcome.  Yes, faith is one of those touchy subjects that people try…