I am an author, an angler, and an adventurer. I am here to share my stories with you. If you want to experience the inner poetry of the outer wilds, follow me, and I will take you there.
North Carolina is a romantic coast. Pale windswept dunes covered with waving sea oats and diagonally reaching juniper trees stir a solemn melancholy in the spirit. This is truly art in nature, which the human hand attempts but rarely perfects to such measure. The encroachment of civilization feels luckless. The white sands and clear water…
“Fuego!” And thus Vicente Guerreo’s life–though not his legacy–ended by firing squad in 1831. Guerrero, hero of Mexico’s war for independence with Spain, abolished slavery in 1829 as the country’s second president. But known for his hot-blooded personality, he was deposed by coupe after only nine months in office. In 1971, the General Vincente Guerrero…
For every great fishery in the Americas, there has been a golden era. Whether you are fishing off the Florida Keys or Central America, life has changed in the last generation. Encroachment from resort living onto what was wild habitat, increased commercial and recreational fishing, and a general increase in the population of fishermen who…
Tarpon Fishing in Costa Rica I still think of the old painting from time to time. In a quiet, intuitive moment it will spread across the whole frontal view from the Captain Kirk’s chair of my mind. Renown historically as the first record of the fishing reel, I described it in an article on the…
Outside some white patches of the unreasonable, unseasonable snow persisted. Wet and cold, leaves plummeted down like lumps of plutonium. Not Robert Frost swirling, but more like Charles Bukowski depression poetry. Raking them would be like pulling up iron ore. And what about my regular fishing trips to Central and South America? Business was too…
Business had been good since moving into these new offices. So good, in fact, it was…dictatorial. I sat there alone. It was getting late with work still piled on the desktop. My usual long-range fishing trips to Central and South America had been pushed back and back. Where had they gone? Modern clocks don’t tick…
We grow up with songs and poetry of plains, grasslands and mountains. But life teaches us that all rivers are storytellers. Guyana means “The Land of Many Rivers,” but the 630-mile-long Esseuino dominates one of Earth’s greatest regions of biodiversity. Portuguese, Spanish, French, British, Dutch The Essequino witnessed billowing sails upon Christopher Columbus’s third expedition…
What to do when Jaws shows up in the chum slick. Story and photos by Michael Love Jr. We were three old college roommates, now consumed with fly fishing, meeting in San Diego to get our fix. On the first afternoon with On the Fly Charters, we whipped Clousers into Mission Bay and hooked up…
If you wanted to feel the soul of our country, you might dip your hands into this water. From the headwaters in the far north land of the Great Lakes, from the Ohio River in eastern steel mill country of the Three Rivers, and across the Great Plains from the great American West where the…
The nose of the inflated raft crashed steeply down into the white water, soundless in the river’s throaty roar. Its Kevlar surfaces would face a mortal test- fail for once, fail forever. So very cold that brisk spray from across the confirming across our faces how early was the season in these mountains. At least…