I won't waste your time with a top list of anecdotes since Monday was my birthday, or break into a 'Best of', because authentic existence has little to do with embellishment-laced highlights. A life is a non-stop series in reactions. So for those wondering what the life of an outdoor columnist is really like, here's what has highlighted my journey to 30.
If you've read this column for any length of time you may have read that I catch rattlesnakes on a regular basis. I usually turn them into hatbands; sometimes I have them mounted as taxidermy specimens, I even make rattlesnake rugs as a wall mount. Occasionally I'll even eat a sackful of rattlers for dinner. While I am a big advocate of catch and release fishing, I do not practice catch and release rattler catching. My long-time outdoor companion Donald F, however is a much kinder and gentler person than I and regularly releases the snakes he catches.
Very seldom can I walk into the offices of The Manteca Bulletin and be excited about work – especially about a day that is 24 hours away. I mean, even though my gig is pretty sweet, the worries of today are usually more than enough to keep me occupied.
I had just finished my fifth elk hair caddis pattern in a size 12, because anything smaller looks like a blender caddis, so until I am better, I stop there.
Here it is late April and the opening day of trout season is right around the corner. There's still a lot of snow up there in the mountains and when we get a sunny day it begins to melt. Streams can be running high and swift and your favorite fishing hole can be a raging torrent. How do you cope with such conditions? Here are a couple early season tips that I've discovered over the years that might help.
After doggedly pursuing pole-sitter Greg Pursley through the first 133 laps of last Saturday's Toyota/NAPA AutoCare 150 at Roseville's All-American Speedway, defending NASCAR K&N Pro Series West champion Eric Holmes of Escalon had his fourth career win at his home track within his grasp only to see it slip away in the final laps.
There was nothing particularly interesting or noteworthy about the creek my buddy Chris and I fished, and I do use the word "creek" very loosely, because from Google Earth this system looks like an infected wound lathered in mud as if someone actually believed that rubbing dirt on it would make it better.
LATHROP – For some strange reason, the days of playing baseball simply for fun and to crack smiles have been replaced with $300 bats and Major League Baseball expectations as early as coach-pitch. That's probably why rolling into James Matas' free pitching clinic was so refreshing.
It was deja vu all over again as Australian Will Power, driving the #12 Verizon Wireless car for Team Penske, grabbed the pole position for the third consecutive year at the Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach for the 2010 IZOD IndyCar Series.
This morning on my way to work, I saw two bass boats filling up at the local gas station. I couldn't help to think what their costs were for the day. My bass boat holds 52 gallons of gas, and my truck holds 23 gallons. If I were to fill them both up, it would cost me around $300.
I read about Alaska a lot because as a fisherman, writer and subscriber of multiple fishing magazines, the state tends to gets at least a casual mentioning if not a full-grown piece of feature writing every month.
A strong field of 23 late models kicked off the 2011 NASCAR Whelen All-American Series at the Stockton 99 Speedway last Saturday night.
Fishing in the rain for a lot of anglers is out of the question.
A pair of Sprint Car veterans notched impressive victories this past weekend in the season opener events in Madera and Merced.
In high school, my buddy Lawrence and I put 85 miles on his truck driving around the biggest town on the island.
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.
We anglers are a fortunate bunch. We belong to a brotherhood and sisterhood of helpful gregarious souls who are almost always willing to chat with a stranger and share local fishing information. The past week, I've found myself out in Salt Lake City, accompanying my wife at a genealogy conference. Usually my trips to the Salt Lake area are in warmer weather without snow on the ground. On an ordinary trip, I'll end up fishing the either Provo River or the Green River for a couple days, but this trip I figured it would be too cold and ...