Back in the day, my late friend Jamie used to tell a whopper of a fish story about catching trout with his bare hands. No tackle, no rod and reel, no creel; bare hands only. The story and the location and techniques employed stayed consistent with each telling so it was plausible, and Jamie alwaysContinue reading “We Don’t Need No Stinking Fishing Pole! (9/8/25)”
A life salvaged by the great outdoors of Northern Wisconsin
The Unexpected Minimalist 