It puzzles me sometimes how something can break without even being used. Because of a busy schedule, I was unable to get my boat out for a few months. When I had last used it, everything was working perfectly. Upon starting my boat, everything seemed to be working great, until I looked at my fuel gauge. It was stuck on empty, I tapped on it, and looked for loose wires, but nothing seemed to work. Knowing that I had enough fuel for the day, I wasn't going to let a fuel gauge stop me from fishing; it did make ...
I am thankful.
Several years ago I was fishing one of my favorite brook trout streams and began to smell smoke drifting down the stream. As I got closer, the smoke grew thicker and soon I came upon a streamside camp fire that had not been completely extinguished by the idiot who hade made the fire.
I was finally able free up some time on Veterans' Day to go fishing.
I was ready for the end of trout season in October.
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 ...
He had to be the hero.
The Manteca Futbol Club is hosting tryouts this weekend for its youngest teams.
LANSING, Mich. – Ken Huckaby has received a promotion.
EUGENE, Ore. – In his five months as a student-athlete at Oregon, Jake McCreath has gotten used to the chaos and the frenzy that follows the football team.
Last Thursday, while celebrating Thanksgiving, I mentioned to a family member that I was excited about my upcoming fishing trip.
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