Take Me Fishing Blog

To the untrained eye, this piece of wood simply looks like a decorative landscape accent.

There is a lot of great fishing to be had in the fall, but if I had to pick one of my favorites it would be drifting a big, Western river.
 

Depending on where you live, you might already be feeling a slight nip in the air, a sure harbinger that autumn is just around the corner. I know that’s certainly true where I live in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and I hear much the same from my friends in northern states like Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan.
 

As my family continues the quest for the perfect boat, we have reflected on some fun boating memories. I have been on the water in an assortment of vessels and, as strange as it may sound, a significant part of my boating experience has been on a “shock boat.” In fact, I met (caught?) my wife electro fishing.

For whatever reason, some things in life just don’t come easy. Patting your head and rubbing your belly is one.

I just returned from a remarkable pike fishing adventure on Lake Athabasca in northern Saskatchewan. If your dream fishing trip involves big (I mean 40 inches or longer) northern pike, this is a great place to consider.

Americans are immensely proud and grateful for our military and their sacrifices to help keep our country safe. We try to show our appreciation through a variety of ways.

Planes were meant for flying, boats were meant for sailing.  Unfortunately, hurricane season is the time of year when we’re most likely to see a boat fly.

You should! Granted, an afternoon of fishing isn’t the same type of athletic challenge as a basketball game or triathlon, but you can still hurt yourself if you don’t stretch out.

Years ago when I was setting up a marlin trip out of Kona on the Big Island of Hawaii, my guide warned, “And NO bananas!”

More than ever before, Americans are discovering the exciting world of sport-fishing for carp. It’s not difficult to understand why.

I’ve had some of my best fishing days when the wind has been blowing hard.  It never ceases to amaze me that though I can’t cast very far into a strong headwind, the fish oftentimes wind up right at my feet.