On the heels of my most productive day around the house - in which I used 46 screws, a power saw, drill, ax and shovel - Steve the cook, Joe and I drove to Whale Pass for salmon.
On June 2, I attended a meeting in Great Falls, Mont. at the Region 4 office of Montana Fish, Parks and Wildlife.
A close relative of mine mentioned to me that he was going camping for two days at one of the local lakes.
Growing up as an outdoor addict is, for the most part, a wonderful experience if you survive it.
Everyone has a song about their summer girl - the seasonal fling or even the one that got away.
This past weekend I received a hot tip on a camping location located slightly above Sonora. Being that it was going to be almost 20 degrees cooler up there than in Manteca, I was open to the idea of spending the day someplace cooler. With my wife and son open to the idea of going for a little trip, we loaded the car with some essentials and off to Fraser Flat we went. While driving we watched as the outside temperature went from nearly 100 degrees all the way down to 86 degrees.
Over the past few years I have increasingly heard about a firearms training school called Front Sight located near Las Vegas, Nevada. The first few times I heard of the Front Sight Firearms Training Institute I didn't think too much about it. So what, if there's another training school out there? How much different could it be from all the other schools that offer to train you to shoot. Still, I kept running into folks that had attended the school and they had great things to say about it. I decided to check it out. Going to the ...
Heading upstream, the Thorne River runs pretty snug, if not tight for the first few miles then opens dramatically after a spot I call 'the pinch'.
With apologies to Kevin Costner and Jeff Foxworthy.
School is finally out, and this is the time of year when night fishing can be the best choice for anglers looking to beat the crowds and the heat.
Over the past few years I have increasingly heard about a firearms training school called Front Sight located near Las Vegas.
For the past seven days, I have alternated delicate fly fishing on rivers and ocean fishing for halibut and king salmon, alienating myself from the world in seven to ten hour increments.
This past week, the FLW Nation Guard Western Division Series Tournament was held on the Delta.
It's hard to believe, but I've been writing this column for over 30 years now.
Due to an advisory that warned of 40 knot winds and sideways rain, I went fly-fishing with Stephen and Steve the Cook rather than king salmon and halibut fishing with Abe.
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 ...
Fishing in the winter is tough.