This past week turned out totally different than what I was expecting. The surprises began on Sunday. Normally, any thought I would have about fishing on Mother’s Day would be considered for about two seconds and then banished to the sphere of my brain where all ludicrous thoughts are sent. But this past Mother’s Day,
Author: Bill Hager
To the Bitter End
To say I was bitter would be an understatement. If I’d had a dog, I’d have kicked it. Nothing could cheer me up. My wife kept asking, “Why are you mad at me?” But it had nothing to do with her. All I wanted to do was sit and sulk. I didn’t want to admit
The Manhattan Project
As persistent rumors involving local fisheries ooze out like sweet molasses in January, one has to wonder if there is any truth to them. Some say there’s no way. But as others say, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. If you haven’t heard it yet, the rumor is that a certain guide service that locates itself
The Wicked Witch Is Dead or At Least Dying
After getting skunked the three times I went fishing in Winter of 2022, I was beginning to think that I was doomed to never catch a trout again. During each effort, I went through my ritual of pep talks that I give myself when I’m losing hope: They’ve got to eat sometime! There’s going to
