Take Me Again, Dad

Many of my favorite childhood memories involve fishing. It’s what I did to escape the daily upheaval of growing up in our tumultuous, single-parent household.

Have Zebco, Will Travel: Vermont channel catfish

We were on our way to Lake Champlain, a trip we take every year, when Dave said to me: “It’s time for you to get a big-boy reel. I know you like the simplicity of your Zebcos, but the new baitcasters are being advertised as essentially tangle proof.”

“What are you talking about?”

I was surprised Dave was making this pitch again.

Live streaming on opening day

Each of the past few years my friend Ken has asked me if I want to go fishing on opening day of trout season. I always say “yes” when I secretly mean “not really.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love fishing with Ken.

Have Zebco, will travel

I fish a lot, sometimes alone, sometimes with my kids or friends. Sometimes in local bass tournaments, I’ve traveled great distances to fish, working to fulfill my dream of fishing in every state with my son.

The Great Perch Tragedy

I suppose there are lots of times in life when you don’t need to know exact numbers. The length of my driveway in inches, the number of cookies I had for dessert and the amount I spent on THE PANHANDLER  (a double-edged, single-action, fish-filleting piece of genius that I have never used) all come to mind.