It would have to go down as one of my best smallmouth bass fishing sessions of all time, damn near at the top.

I was thirteen years old when I received my first fillet knife, a cherished Christmas or Birthday present....

Lucky for us, while the pike fishing was lacklustre the smallmouth bass were lit, we were drowning flies in over twenty feet of water....

Lately there has been a lot of rain, precipitation that we dearly needed, it came down hard enough I didn’t feel like being out fishing....

During the night over a foot of snow fell, though we weren’t walking far it was still apparent snowshoes were going to be more efficient....

One of the joys of visiting the family in the summer is being a 30 second walk away from the water and our old 1964 Arkansas Traveler....

It would be fair to say that spring was a little weird. The world was on fire with the coronavirus....

Until moving to western Canada much of my life was shaped in hunting camps and on the water in Ontario with my Father and Uncles....