I know you're not supposed to get too personal when it comes to fishing, but there was something about that silver brick flashing right before it threw the hook that made me want to go back to that trout's riffle the next morning regardless of the winter weather warning.
I don't get too worked up about things like Halloween.
I got an email the other day from reader Jim Canning who had been fishing at one of the foothill area reservoirs and caught a couple trout that had some red sores on them. Jim was concerned that maybe the fish wouldn't be safe to eat. Ironically, just a few weeks earlier, I had written a column entitled "They Are What They Eat" which discussed the concept that how a wild critter tastes is a direct reflection of what they've been eating. The old Jim Croce song admonished, "You don't tug on Superman's cape, You don ...
There are aspects of America that really put leaks in my waders.
You just never know how your day is going to go while on the water.
I don't like wishing days away, but October 7-14 needed to end.
Over the past couple decades, I have collected antique bamboo fly rods. Contrary to popular belief, not all bamboo rods are valuable. Prior to World War Two almost all rods were made of split bamboo. Some were excellent and costly, some were good medium-priced rods, and some were cheap junk. South Bend, Heddon, and Montague were all rods that were comparable to Fords or Chevrolets. They were good serviceable rods manufactured and priced to sell to the multitudes. Lousy rods were usually made in Japan and carried no manufacturer's name at all; while great rods were individually hand-made and ...
Every year about this time I'm reminded of the time I came across two lost anglers while fishing the Delta. While fishing, they approached my boat and asked me if I knew where the launch ramp was? When I asked them which ramp they were looking for, they had no idea of the name of the ramp they launched out of. They then began to describe the launch ramp to me and after a process of elimination; I realized where they must have launched from. As I began to give them directions, it was obvious to me that they ...
The Old Man second-guessed the gamble of sailing far out into the sea as he watched sharks dissect the biggest catch of his life - and first in 84-days - with carnivorous brutality.
In 1857 and 1858, an emigrant road connected what is now the Ebbets Pass road with Carson Pass. Pioneers coming to California used it for 2 years until the new Ebbets Pass was opened and then the abandoned road began to be reclaimed by the forest from which it was carved. The famous mountain man, John "Snowshoe" Thompson used the route to carry mail over the Sierras in winter when all the roads were closed by snow. For a hundred years the road sat unused and pretty much unknown, lost in the mists of time. The road ran from Hermit ...
This sudden change in the weather definitely wasn't expected.
Although the bulk of the 2011 Stockton 99 Speedway champions had been previously determined, there was still a bit of unfinished business to take care of at the fabled ¼-mile last Saturday night.
I've had a few more than a ton of people ask me about taking trips to Alaska.
Corn-fed was a prison guard. In all my life I have never seen a better convergence of a person, a name and an occupation. Corn-fed was built very much like a steer that stood on two legs; he was huge. In his occupation as a prison guard his size was a great asset. The inmates did what he told them to do and didn't give him any trouble. It was as if he was made for the job.
This past weekend while attending a friend's wedding, I was taken back to the neighborhood where I grew up.
CHARLOTTE, N.C. (AP) - Joey Logano lined up directly behind Kevin Harvick and followed him nose-to-tail around the track and across the line for the final restart. He was stalking the leader, looking for what he knew would be his only chance to snatch the victory away from Harvick.
Last week, I wrote about conservation efforts to benefit Rocky Mountain Elk and a host of other animals. I didn't want to neglect the fishes however, hence today's column.
Don't let this current storm fool you. If anything, it's going to improve the fishing.
Today kicks off The 2014 GEICO Bassmaster Classic held at Lake Guntersville in Birmingham, Ala.
About 15 years ago my friend Joe Mangelos gave me a free ticket to attend a fund raising banquet for the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation. When I got to the dinner, I was feeling kind of guilty, so I bought some raffle tickets. Darned if I didn't win a brand new 30-06 rifle! I was hooked even though I've never been elk hunting, every year since I make it a point to attend the Elk Foundation Banquet.
It seems like overnight spring has come, and if I've ever had an itch to get out fishing it's right now.
SOCHI, Russia (AP) - The announcer in the Shayba Arena was trying to pump up the crowd between periods of yet another Olympic women's hockey mismatch, though her heart didn't really seem to be in it.
Quite often when it comes to sports, my opinions are in the minority.
This time of year is one of anticipation. The traditional winter hunting seasons have come and gone. If you are a big game hunter who is crazy enough to seek deer, elk, or bear, you will have either a freezer full of meat with which to feed your family, or a host of excuses as to how the critters out-witted you. The bass boats are covered and safely stored and the trout streams of summer are blanked with snow. It is at this time of year that cabin fever can strike you. While some folks laugh and pretend it isn ...
Here comes the rain, at least I hope so.
A lot of anglers are waiting for the weather to clear up before they go fishing.
JERSEY CITY, N.J. (AP) - Down at the end of a hotel hallway, about 50 people gathered along with a dozen television cameras to record the thoughts of a running back who doesn't much like the idea of sharing his thoughts.
NEWARK, N.J. (AP) - There was never any shortage of people willing to tell Derrick Coleman what he couldn't do. If there's any consolation to being the latest of three deaf players to ever make it to the NFL, it was that: He didn't have to listen.
I first became addicted to archeology in the summer of 1948. I was a youngster camping along the headwaters of the Mokelumne River with my parents. One morning I knelt down to clear away some rocks on the ground so that I could play marbles, when one of the rocks caught my eye. Upon closer examination, I discovered that my "rock" was really an Indian arrowhead made of shiny black obsidian! I was hooked on archeology from that point on. Collecting arrowheads became a family obsession. We eventually assembled a pretty significant collection of artifacts in our Indian Room.
Like a lot of those reading this, I used to take every fish home to be cooked up for dinner. After a while, I got tired of having to clean fish after a long day of fishing so I just threw them back. Once I started tournament fishing, I'd always throw them back in hopes of catching them again during a tournament.