Streamer Junkie

The Beginning of the End by Mark Usyk

I believe the last time I fished with Jerry was on the Oswegatchie River, many miles north of here. The whole day is a blur at this point but I...
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My Creek by Mark Usyk

It’s just barely after 6 am and I find myself standing on the bridge, looking out over a corn field and trying to spot the winding creek through the trees....
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Fishing. Gambling. Same Difference. By Mark Usyk.

Someone once asked me where they could take their kid fishing, someplace where they were guaranteed to catch fish. I laughed. I understood they wanted a place to keep their...
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The Carp Incident by Mark Usyk

There’s two fish that call my local waters home that I’d love to scratch off my list of fish caught on the fly that keep evading me. Let’s cut right...
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Gluing Crap to Hooks by Mark Usyk

There’s a lot of terms and sayings today that are watered down. They get thrown around like an old baseball. At one time there was a signature on it that...
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Moose Tracks and Creek Chubs by Mark Usyk

Miles of dirt road. Miles. Sometimes the dirt was altogether missing, replaced by steep grades of bowling ball sized cobble stone and jagged points of granite sticking straight up like...
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Gone Fishing by Mark Usyk

One day you’re fishing five to six days a week, and the next thing you realize is you haven’t made a cast in two weeks. You tell yourself it’s life,...
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The Older I Get, The Better I Was By Mark Usyk

In my mind it seems to have been a lot simpler when I was a kid. Fishing that is. It’s funny how your outlook on things changes as you get...
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