I've learned over the years that a person could drive themselves crazy worrying about every little detail when it came to fishing.
­ I'm a seven last-casts type of guy. I set certain conditions that hopefully will qualify as excuses to stay riverside, or contrastingly provide reasonable closure. Sometimes the criteria is demanding: "Last cast unless I hook one or get a bite'. Others, less optimistic: "Okay, last cast unless I see a fish." Either way usually works out to roughly seven casts. Some would think the perfect end to a day on the water would be ...
In my last column, I told you that I might be moving to the local KOA, because I was going elk hunting on our 50th anniversary.
­ After last week's weather, many anglers have put away their equipment and will be staying close to the fireplace for the next few months.
My cousin got booted from the Brock Lesnar-Cain Velasquez title fight a few weeks back for trying to break up a girl-fight in the stands moments before the main event.
It seems like a lifetime ago that I coached football and basketball at the Manteca Boys and Girls Club. In those days, we not only coached to win but we coached to respect the game and our opponent.
This morning brought the first real cold snap of the year. For many anglers, the colder temperatures bring the fish closer to the surface. For others, fishing is only going to get tougher as their species of choice will most likely be hunkering down for the winter. Fishing the wintertime can be extremely tough and for the inpatient person, unbearable. When I think about fishing during the wintertime I immediately think of slowing down and ...
­ By the time you read this column, Thanksgiving dinner will be just a memory evidenced by a bunch of leftovers in the fridge, and an extra notch let out in your belt.
Frightened or appalled by the prospect of walking up an escalator that dared to stop working, the lady stepped aside and allowed the guy with a frayed deltoid ligament on his left ankle and the other guy with a chewed up meniscus to hike up the stuck steps.
For almost five decades, I have been afflicted with Bear Fever. It's a real challenge hunting critters that are larger, stronger, and faster than you are. In my case, the bears are usually smarter than me also. I first got hooked on hunting bears in the Merced River Canyon east of Mariposa. In fishing the South Fork Merced, I noticed bear signs everywhere. The habitat was perfect for bears. There were abundant blackberry patches all ...
Thanksgiving is next Thursday, and while some will be playing football or staying warm inside, I've kind of made it a tradition of mine to get out fishing for the early part of the day.
The fish took off with only a slight rhythmic list from left to right. The barb was stuck securely in its dorsal fin, which did little to stop his down-river run.
If you are one of the thousands of out-of-state hunters who have been coming to Montana to hunt with an outfitter, those days are gone.
Even before Del Oro boarded its bus in Loomis, the majority of the Sac-Joaquin Section knew what to expect from the Golden Eagles in their SJS Division-III playoff debut. East Union knew more so than anyone, yet the Lancers still had a job to do.
Over the years I've had a variety of different tow vehicles. My first bass boat, at age 17, was towed by my 1965 Ford Mustang. I still remember digging through the salvage yard for a tow hitch that would mount to the back of that car. The car got the job done for several years until I finally sold it and bought a truck. My first truck was a small Ford Ranger with a V6. ...
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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