Kyle Harman is the type of player that will go find the tee he used when practicing his drives at the range, even though he bought a bag of 100 for $4.99. Just because he has a scholarship to play college golf, doesn't mean he is above such a thing as recycling tees.
Several years ago I took a friend out fishing on the Delta.
Plenty of people have inquired as to how I am maintaining buoyancy after returning from Alaska, to which I have responded something to the effect of, "I am okay with it."
Fishing, for me, is primarily a solitary pursuit.
Surrounded by conversations of whales, sailing, the Panama Canal and authentic Scottish whiskey, I spend the last moments in the Alaskan time zone reading.
Trout are coldwater fish.
In the rush to join Ryan, Josh, Eli and Nate, I frantically threw two bottles of water into my pack that was already stuffed under the bungee hold on the front of the kayak.
This past weekend, the tournament fishing world received a serious black eye, as an angler accused of stuffing lead weights down the throats of his catch was disqualified.
During vacations there are usually moments or locations that provide inside jokes and stories that only make true sense to those that were there, or have been there at one time or another.
Last weekend, I was able to get out with my family for a night of camping.
Largemouth on a flyrod can truly be a heart stopping experience, and is actually the primary reason I bought a home within walking distance of the Stanislaus River.
Howard Walcott plucked the ball from an opponent and took off down court.
A friend of mine sent me a picture of his recent purchase of baits.
For the past 31 years I have been fortunate enough to write my outdoor column Tight Lines as a weekly column. It began innocently enough one spring day in 1979 when I stopped by The Tracy Press to grab lunch with my buddy Steve Wampler and the Press Sports Editor Tom Mauldin.
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.
The other day while driving home from work I saw a truck towing a trailer with a couple snow mobiles on it.