I opened my fly box, but knew it wasn't there. Rain started to soak the chenille, marabou and thread of the flies I didn't need in the box opened like a book with the best pages torn out. I had comets, bosses, polar shrimp, Babine Specials, fish tacos, October Hiltons, Silver Hiltons and a Deschutes Madness. No egg-sucking leeches. How can you be fishing for rainbow and cutthroat trout in ...
For Ripon boys basketball coach Rod Wright, winning his 100th Trans Valley League game was about as meaningful as a rerun of The Jerry Springer Show.
I was looking through some of my tackle the other day, and it was sad to see once-popular baits no longer being used.
A good story starts with an inciting incident - an event that gets the plot moving.
Although trout fishing and bass fishing are my favorite excuses to get out in the great outdoors, there are many times when just watching the wild critters is pretty darned good entertainment.
The first fishing advice I ever received was to be patient. I'm not sure if I even understood the word back then, I just knew that I was expected to wait for the fish to come to me. This time of year, I'm constantly reminded of that advice as the bites are usually harder to come by. There are a couple of things that I do to keep motivated when the fishing ...
If I can't be on the Thorne River, I'd take the Upper Sacramento, McCloud or Pit. If I can't be on any of those, or outdoors period, the next best place is to be at the annual Sportsman's Expo in Sacramento.
Just before the sixth quarter of one of the most fascinating and improbable NFL playoff games you'll ever see, Justin Tucker trotted out onto the field and did something you hardly ever see.
January is an interesting month for fishing. It seems like some fish are waiting for the first signs of spring, while others seem to be enjoying the cold weather. I used to stick to fishing for one species only. It didn't matter what time of year it was, I was going to fish for bass. Not anymore. Since I've been doing this column, I've discovered that there's a lot more ...
Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens will get into the Hall of Fame someday, and without using the side entrance, either.
Some folks think that there is no such thing as Cabin Fever. They are dead wrong. If Alferd Packer was still around, they could ask him about it. Good old Alferd (that's really how he spelled his name) was the noted cannibal who ate several of his companions after being trapped with them while snowbound in Colorado in 1874.
So I went fishing yesterday. Shocking, I know. It was because of the early nature of the trip that I chose to ignore the hoopla surrounding a time zone-delayed ball-dropping in favor of a few more hours of sleep. When the alarm went off at five, I had no trouble breaking free of the covers, but that doesn't mean I was fully awake. I went through my normal routine of trying to figure out what ...
So I went fishing yesterday. Shocking, I know. It was because of the early nature of the trip that I chose to ignore the hoopla surrounding a time zone-delayed ball-dropping in favor of a few more hours of sleep. When the alarm went off at five, I had no trouble breaking free of the covers, but that doesn't mean I was fully awake. I went through my normal routine ...
A short while ago, I wrote a column about which rifle cartridge I considered as the best all-around caliber. Some of you agreed with me and some did not. It was a fun exercise in part because it gets people thinking about why they prefer one gun over another.
Another Christmas has passed, and this year I got my annual fishing license as a gift from my parents.
When working out an itinerary for mom's retirement trip to Fairbanks and surrounding areas, I had to fit in a float on the Chena River for Arctic grayling. Naturally, a very late ice break up and torrential rains had the Chena swollen to the point the guide called to say the float was in serious jeopardy. I had never fished the area I had no clue what I'd do if the float didn't happen. If the Chena was blown out, then everything else might be unfishable too.
Five years ago I purchased a 75-gallon fish tank from someone selling it on Craigslist.
Editor's note: Only a portion of Lund's column ran in Wednesday's Bulletin. Here it is in its entirety.
In January, the outdoor itinerary for summer is so ambitious - a schedule of old haunts with dreams of adventures in new spots. But when fall comes, what you didn't get to sometimes outnumbers what you did.
The weather has been uncharacteristic for the month of May - lots of wind and cooler temperatures for this time of year.
I know it's summer and I should sleep in, but when you're solar-powered and the sun floods into your room your body doesn't care if it's 4:18.
There are many ways to catch a fish. Yesterday while doing some grocery shopping I ran into my high school physical education teacher, coach Gebhart. He reminded me of a way of catching fish that I've never really gotten into. Coach Gebhart likes to fly fish just as much as he likes to golf. I have a fly rod, which is 27 years old and has sat collecting dust for the past 20 years. I ...
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