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Author:Tom Kuieck

Looking Up

Boy, how we love it when the smallmouth bass are looking up for a snack!  Todd and David tossed poppers on the Muskegon today, and the smallies munched away.  Just a delightful day on the water: eagles, osprey, turkeys, deer, willing smallmouth, and great company. ...

Making Memories

Three generations in the boat today: Dick, the grandpa; Matt, the dad, and Eliot, the 12 year old son and grandson—each learning to fly cast for the first time and boating some willing smallmouth bass that rewarded lessons learned.  Though intermittent drizzle marked the morning,...

Love Those Smallies!

So, so good to get back in the boat to chase smallmouth bass with best fishing bud, RiverQuest guide Don Graham.  Despite less than ideal weather—cold front with winds up to 25 mph—the smallies wanted to play, as did a couple of pike.  As one...

Uncle/Nephew Bonding

"Off to Michigan State as a freshman this fall? Great! Proud of you, but we need to go fishing together one last time!" I suspect that customer and long time friend, Jeff, had a conversation something like this with his nephew, Grant, who loves to fish...

Don’s Day!

Captain Don Graham of RiverQuest Charters conducted a clinic on how to hook and land steelhead with indicators today on the Muskegon River. Guide and student was I as Don deftly hooked multiple steelhead (Aren't they all supposed to be back in Lake Michigan by...

Don’t Be Deceived…

This splash of morning sunlight was all Mother Nature saw fit to send us today. Apparently, she thought snow,  unrelenting high winds, and frigid temps would be her gift, such as it was, to us today.  As Steve wrote in his post, "Brrr!"  The first...

End of the Rainbow

There it was as Chuck, Mike, and I motored up the Muskegon River this morning: a double rainbow—a portent, we hoped, of rich things to come. And come they did. No pot of gold but plenty of silver that bent fly rods all day long. ...