It has become customary that after a long day of fishing somewhere, I find myself standing at an open fire with a nagging hunger. Most of the places that I go to fish don’t have a local Waldorf Astoria to retreat to. Sometimes, even a Days Inn is an expectation […]
Unicorns, Aliens, and Bigfoot
You’re at work, typing away, and you swear to yourself that your computer clock assumes half-speed during the 1 o’clock hour. You think back to the Mexican food you ate at lunch, figuring this is the real reason for your mid-day lethargy. Back to typing. Then, you get an email. […]
The Pleasure of the Pond: Quick Trips
It’s an old story: the small pond stocked with decent bass and bream, the pier with structural integrity that’s questionable at best, and the wide-eyed child with a Zebco and a styrofoam box of night crawlers. It’s too easy to write off the small pond as unsophisticated. It’s where the […]
The Dog Days
For those who’ve never had the pleasure of spending the summer months in the deep south, I encourage you to pay a visit for some fishing and suffer alongside the initiated. It’s hot. It’s the kind of hot that you can’t understand until you experience it for yourself. The marriage […]
The Case for Local Water
Participating in fly fishing comes with learning about the reservations, opinions and preferences of your fellow angler. Some of these, like catch & release, draw some pretty serious divides. Some don’t. Either way, it’s pretty standard that you form some of your own opinions along the way. In light of […]
From River to Table
Like almost nothing else in the angling world, the issue of catch-and-release can turn friendly banter at the boat ramp into a yelling match. It’s a polarizing topic that most people fall on either side of with little middle ground, yet as a predominantly warm water fly angler, I find […]
An Afternoon Near Prophet Bridge
From a distance, I could hear the poetic question carried by a southern drawl, “you know there’s no trout in here, right?” As it turns out, I did know that. It actually wasn’t the slurping sound of a nice rainbow lazily munching on my closest callibaetis imitation that provoked me […]
Introduction
It’s the tannins from decaying leaves in many of the watersheds across my home state that give the water a black appearance, and it’s what’s beneath the surface that often keeps me up at night. My name is Randolph Mikell, and I am a warm water fly fisherman and native […]