Great Lakes Angler

We finally got what we had been waiting for, a real rainstorm.  In the desert that has been south-eastern wisconsin a good downpour is more than welcome.

In chicago here I drove home from my shoot today through swamped streets and flooded intersections, all the while thinking about trout after trout turning nose from the harbor to the mouths of the river, many will make the surge tonight and tomorrow.  Look for thanksgiving weekend to be great. Continue reading

More information to come later, but for now, there are browns in the harbor, there are coho in the rivers, and my friends over at the Chicago Trout Bum, seem to have a pretty good bead on where the Steelhead are, even if I can’t find them yet!  The guys over at Illinois-Wisconsin Fishing have locked in on the Coho bite so if that’s what you’re after have a read over there. Continue reading

I am lucky enough to find a fishing report in my inbox every now and again submitted from you, the reader.

This one comes from a fellow I met one night after a banner day of Salmon fishing in Milwaukee.  He sent the following: Continue reading

I’ve featured many magazines and e-magazines here in the past such as This is Fly, Catch, and Fish Can’t Read.  Finally I have one to feature that not only comes from close to home, not only is it published by friend and fishing companion Andrew Ragas, but it contains a couple dozen pages of photos by yours truly and some text from right here at Great Lakes Angler. Continue reading

Open publication – Free publishing – More wisconsin

Take a look a the whole magazine here, but be sure to visit fishing headquarters to see it in it’s full glory!

I remember the jolt of electricity the first musky I hooked put through my body.  I can only dream of one smashing a fly.  I’ve been following the blog these guys write for a while now, you’ve got to take a look at the trailer for their Musky Country movie. Continue reading

 I parked the car, shut the door, and hobbled to the river’s edge where a flood of clear-water memories washed right over me.  I have forgotten what it is like to fish clear, clean, cool, spring fed rivers.  As I towed my understanding girlfriend upstream (upstream mind you, not downstream, I am a trout fisherman after all), I ambled over gravel and boulders to spy into pools that I thought might just hold trout.  They did, it was beautiful. Being in California visiting my girlfriend for Thanksgiving, I had no pole and no time to fish, but just being there filled me with a sense of belonging.  I love the Milwaukee River, Oak Creek, the Root River and Pike Creek but friend… If we had rivers that ran deep and clear and cold like these, I might just find myself out of a job and firmly planted to the river bottom (not really, but my spare minutes would all be accounted for, that’s for sure). Continue reading