A bugle interrupted a few fleeting moments of silence. They had been at it all night. The bull worked across the frost laden meadow as fog rolled off the river. By mid day the temps would be in the seventies but at the moment the chill of fall was still thick in the air. The, Read More
Wind kicked up debris. Water sprayed across the bow of the boat. Anchored, I sat hunkered as my buddy slowly waded down the bank. A big nose had poked out of the grey water. Despite several attempts the fish was not seen again. Editing photos that night something caught my eye. Something out of, Read More
“There are guides who have fallen out of the boat and those who have not…yet.” quipped my buddy merely a few weeks ago. The day after he spoke those words my son fell out of the boat for the first time. While not exactly a fishing guide, I fall into the not yet category. Until, Read More
Getting my hands on a new rod is always a treat. I have a couple of favorites for sure, but I really enjoy trying something new. Matt on the other hand pretty much fishes one rod. Once he asked to borrow a rod, for a trip to the Keys, but that was stretching it for him., Read More
Laying down a cast, I heard my buddy straining to hold his three year old daughter over the gunwale. She had to pee. Bad. Most of the urine made it to the water. Some splashed on cold beers that had been placed nearby. My friend had had enough time to remove the beers from the cooler,, Read More
I’ve got a garage full of gear. Enough to outfit a small army for anything from mountaineering to horsepacking, canoeing to big wall climbing, not to mention hunting and fishing. Despite the raw volume of stuff, that at times is overwhelming and probably warrants a garage sale, there are a few pieces of gear, Read More
Hands down it’s the best time of year. So make the most of it. Chase elk, birds or go fishing. It’s hard to go wrong. Seek solitude by taking a solo hike with your bow. Load up the whole family and take advantage of some of the years best fishing. Cause a ruckus with, Read More
We all have our routines. Some consider those routines to be vices. Either way they are important. I’m a coffee drinker – not occasionally, not when I can get my hands on a cup, not if you happen to have it. Rather an every day, first thing in the morning coffee drinker. The black, Read More
The sun had already dipped below the horizon as I opened the car door. Coaxing my legs out of the driver’s side, I inspected the feet that now seemed tenuously attached to them. They looked like hamburger. Blisters were solidifying on the toes and pads. Hitting pavement I gingerly shifted my weight. My stiffening legs, Read More
It’s a rare kindergartener that wants to fish as often, as long or as hard as mom or dad. I’m sure they’re out there, but I also know that black-footed ferrets exist. I haven’t seen either in the wild. Which shouldn’t be surprising. It’s tough out there for little folks. The brush is higher,, Read More