Getting some tail…summer edition.

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FLA trip….to be continued

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Our adventure down to salt has been insane. Tropical storms, slashed open legs, mongo fish, and quickly downed half gallons. Full report on da way!

Battleground Lake Huron

Spent my birthday weekend on the coasts of the mittens thumb. Drank myself foolish, but still found time to explore the water. Finding some big girls and putting zonker strips between their jaws is a good feeling.

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Saturday morning.

Two adventures today, sunrise and set. Sleeping 4 hours at a time pays off, kills half my stash of coffee, and makes me thankful to get normal sleep most of the time. The weather is on the climb here in the mitten, finally looking steady. Summer is on the break, and the water time is off the hook. I started today off with my personal best northern on my home body of water, St Clair. Finished this evening off with torn thumbs and 30 plus smallmouths. Our largest fish taped out to 22 inches, estimated around 5 pounds. Saturday success. Enjoy some photos!

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Local game.

Working local water is a good way to bypass the high mileage and gas funds. Trout are amazing, in beauty and intelligence. The places the pursuit of trout leads you too are life changing. Unfortunately, many of our daily limitations prevent us from following these fish on the regular. Jobs, families, bills can all put us down. The solution is simple. Local talent…..bass, carp, northern pike, etc. Go wade into the local pond, tie on a circus peanut, and do it.

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Film cred : Rise

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I recently saw rise and found it to be very captivating. Some of the quotes connected with my mind to insane levels. It has been out for a bit, but worth a watch for those who haven’t experienced all of its glory.

Blown.

Living in the suburbs makes my longing for single tracks, star infested skies, and clear streams even greater. A desire to get away from shopping outlets, swarms of human beings, and dirty sidewalks becomes strong. Michigan is not blessed with massive mountain ranges, but we have our sweet spots. After locating something that seemed promising, I scooped up TM and carried on northbound. The game was Hendrickson eating trout in small tributaries, adding in a three day pack through some insanely beautiful terrain. I hope by now most of you have figured out that when you plan a trip, nothing will actually follow the plan as you expected. This was apparent as soon as we arrived. My mindset as of lately is to take it as it comes, letting everything take its course and finding the pleasure in things that don’t work out like you anticipated. The term BLOWN is commonly used by river folk, and most of the time it means bad news. Heavy rain had turned all our waters into something that resembled coffee with heavy cream. Boo. Even our feeder tributaries looked off, and the trout within made little effort to show themselves. Leaving my reel in the car eight miles away didn’t help my spirits much. We made due, and found the joy in other great experiences along the way.

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Spending three days along the river, away from the concrete jungle was enough to satisfy. Basecamps along the rivers edge, followed by bonfires under memorizing skies allowed for the perfect escape. Fish are a bonus, no matter how hard you pursue them. I am slowly starting to understand why I love this life. Sometimes you go looking for one thing and find something completely different, and end up happier then you had ever imagined. As far as I am concerned the term BLOWN leads to wonderful outcomes.

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Dry flies, wind knots, and a new season.

2012 seasons are now open on most of our mitten waters. TM is spending his time in northern rivers following trout. I have spent most of my time in da suburbs pursuing warm water thugs. We have been doing what we claim….casting our lives away. Here are some photos for you scale chasing folks out there. Keep those lines wet!

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The brown was taken a on small Hendrickson dry, and on the water it came from considered to be a thug indeed. Connected to my first drum on the fly this evening. In loops we trust.

Finding simplicity.

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On the chase for northern pike…..I found the mossy~back. Taking it as it comes I suppose!

The art of broken tippet.

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I have made it around the state in the last two weekends. Burning small fortunes in fuel, drinking myself away from broken tippets, and most importantly living my life away from punch clocks. Last Friday I made my way northbound, heading to the river and the chrome monster within. A mass cold front pushed in on this day, bringing with it some insane sleet and snow. Being an addict kept me from turning around, but it really was awful. I easily saw 30 or more cars upside down, in ditches, around trees, and stuffed in walls. I pressed onward, and the weather gave in a bit. We will keep this next part of the tale short. TM brought along and austrian copilot, who had never seen a steelhead. I was glad to see him touch some fish, and have his ass flipped while trying to put the stop on big great lakes chrome. We hooked steelhead, watched steelhead go nuts, and broke off. Time after time. 2 days and these lake run devils cleaned me dry. Tippet, flies, etc……all gone. I had a memorable experience on Saturday night, I hooked 3 fish in a 30 minute stretch by myself. A rather extreme time, one of the best I have encountered while following chrome. In case you were wondering, all three did indeed kick my ass. Haha. Also made it up to the Traverse city area this weekend. Enjoyed some beautiful places, and god forbid, I didn’t even put a line in the water. The trip was good too! Enjoy some photos! Until next time be easy.

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