Take a dog fishing

When Finn came to live with us about a year and a half ago I was determined to have a dog that could go fish with me. At 8 months, he was a holy terror on the water. That’s not hyperbole. He sucked in the boat. He sucked while I was wading. He just plain…

Hardly Strictly Musky 2015

There’s a few places on the map that feel like old friends and McMinnville, Tennessee is one of them in my little world. Driving down back roads that I shouldn’t know but do and knowing what’s around those areas make it feel like a funky home away from home. I definitely have a soft spot…

Boat dog, some wipers, and a Walter.

A good boat dog. That’s what we all dream about when we pick that little ball of fur out from it’s litter mates. We hope and plan and scheme that this dog will be the dog of all dogs. The dog to make all of our friends jealous of his relaxed demeanor that speaks volumes…

Things and whatnots

When I’m not fishing or tying dumb flies that fish hate I tinker. I’m a natural ripper-apart-er-put-er-back-together-er-er and I get really anxious if I don’t have projects to keep me busy. I’d try music but I’ve got the rhythm of a drunk and I’d try modeling but I’m a card carrying member of Ugly and…

Spring Adventures

Yesterday we went to a really cool property in the middle of nowhere. We were lucky enough to be able to bring the dogs along to play on the acreage and in the pond. The fish were sleeping so I took a bunch of photos of the beasts doing their thing. It was a pretty…