Like most of us who consider ourselves literate outdoorsmen, I’ve been mourning the death—and celebrating the life—of Jim Harrison. A writer of seemingly inexhaustible energy and imagination, he was our reigning poet of the appetites. One of these appetites, of course, was trout fishing, in particular trout fishing in that land lost in time called the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
by Tom Davis - Wednesday, Jul 13th, 2016