By sundown on the third Thursday in November, Thanksgiving dinner will probably be just a memory evidenced by a bunch of leftovers in the fridge, and an extra notch let out in your belt. You may be ensconced in your recliner in front of your flat screen T.V. watching the big game while snacking on a piece of pumpkin pie.
Years ago when I purchased my first boat it didn't take long before I wanted something a little bigger.
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.
Watch out for the duck hunters, as duck hunting season has begun.
Sierra cross country coach Mike Rosendin has been named the Valley Oak League Model Coach of the Year for 2014-15.
It's been nearly a decade since she's stepped foot on this wind-swept campus, but Chelsea Gray can remember her time inside these brick-facade buildings with vivid clarity.
East Union has won three games for the first time under fourth-year football coach Willie Herrera.
SANTA CLARA - Neil MacDannald traced his way through the belly of Levi's Stadium, distancing himself from a 42-21 loss to a bitter rival.
Every once in a while even I get confused as to where I should go fishing.
It's being billed as an "epic" football game, an "instant classic" between two perennial powers.
Several decades ago I was hunting bears in the Sierra. It was dusk and I walked down a dusty dirt road looking for bear tracks. After about an hour, I turned around and began walking back to my camp. Looking at my tracks in the dusty road, I discovered mountain lion tracks right over the top of my footprints! A lion had tracked me for over two miles. I had no clue he was there. I guarantee you that will make the hair on your neck stand up! Mountain lions are like tan ghosts, you never see them until its ...
Oh, Roger, you still don't get it.
Every year, there are new fishing products that come out and quickly become the hot item.
Bulldogs don't belong in a catbird seat, so East Union defensive coordinator Jason Stock's decision to leave the press box should come as no surprise.
The two-point conversion has long been the nemesis of Manteca High football coach Eric Reis.
He bounced near the starting line - wrists wrapped, hands covered in powder. The entire arena bounced along with him.
I had every reason in the world to take in everything that South Florida had to offer.
The stakes just keep getting higher and higher for the football programs at Manteca and Oakdale high schools.
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