Beauty is in the Eye of the Rod Holder

Beauty, like time, is often fleeting. Present for just a few years or maybe a moment and then it passes by, evolving on to the next stage. A painting or a statue can be preserved for a while. But it it is those fickle rarities of elegance that although find permanent places in our hearts,…

Karma is a Bass

Let’s get something straight. Just because we are knife wielding, fast wading, bush whacking, cigar smoking, perfume wearing, grouchy grudge holding Cubs fans who invade every river as we possibly can, wreaking miles of havoc on the fish population with our enviable casting skills and top notch equipment, does not mean we don’t care. Sure,…

Straight Up or On The Rocks

Hi, we are the Riverbums, and we are addicts. No, not the kind that meets once a week for therapy. Although, you could argue that our addiction is a form of therapy. I think it goes without saying what we are addicted too. But, it is not so much our addiction we want to talk…

Live to Fish, Fish to Live

If you look up Bum in the dictionary, you will see the definition: “good-for-nothing: somebody regarded as irresponsible or worthless.” Oops, sorry, wrong definition. Skip down a few lines, there we are… “devotee; somebody who is excessively devoted to a particular activity or place.”  Devotion is like obtaining a fresh rose in a garden. First, the…

Casting Makes Perfect

They say (whoever they are) that everybody has a soul mate. That perfect guy, that perfect gal. Someone who completes you in every way. Someone who makes up what you lack in. That missing puzzle piece, the true game changer. That ideal other who remembers what your favorite lyric is or everything in your favorite…

These Boots Were Made for Wading…

…And that’s just what these Bums will do! It’s not every day that you meet a fisherman that wades all day long with only the nourishment of water for miles on end. Oh sure, in the pictures we look cool, calm, and collected Perfectly lipping that fish, posing and putting on a smile. Or, in…

Cry Me A River

(Please fight the urge to scroll down and see the DOUBLE WHAMMY as you read the text below. Ok, fine,  you may scroll! But come back cause we really want you to read this…) See that face? No, not that one. The one up there. That there is no ordinary face. Oh no. That face…

Deja Bum

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.                                                 -Heraclitus That, my friends, is the reason we keep going back to that river we shall not name. Sure, it’s the closest river to us that has impeccable amounts of…

My Dad, the RiverBum: A Father’s Day Story

A well educated and experienced professional once told me that it was impossible for a daughter to be friends with her Dad. It was un-heard of, not normal, and inappropriate. I was 16 at the time and having been raised by a single father my whole life, was suddenly confused. But instead of believing this…

A Muddy Memorial

Before we start today’s blog, we would like to address a very urgent and serious matter… Congratulations to T.P. Tyler Pearson from Minneapolis, MN and the best Mac-economics partner ever J for winning the Caption Contest from last week! T.P. gets a free RiverBums sticker! His caption for the Goose photo of AC last week……