It's been a while since I've purchased any new equipment.
My buddy Daniel is coming up to Alaska this summer and wants to trick trout with flies, but he's never done it before.
Professional football is once again going to be a reality in Stockton.
Back on March 28, 2009, Kemba Walker came into Connecticut's West Regional final against the Missouri Tigers and dropped 23 points, leading his Huskies to a thrilling 82-75 win and ushering the Huskies into that season's Final Four.
Just when you think you have the weather figured out, everything changes.
It was a lot like that Kenny Chesney song, only we weren't on stools, there were no shots, and the only reading we were doing was the river current through our warm breaths.
If you've never shot black powder guns before you ought to give it a try.
It's been a while since I've taken my family out fishing for the day, and this past Monday seemed like the perfect time.
The winter doldrums are finally coming to an end for four-wheeled racing fans as the green flag is about to unfurl to start the 2011 local racing season.
My favorite t-shirt, designed by Ketchikan pun-master Ray Troll, is buried under a quarter-zip fleece and no-nonsense Marmot jacket, and my feet have been wet with sweat since Sacramento.
Just grabbing a bat and going up to the dish to take your hacks is a thing of the past.
I read the other day where the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service has officially declared the Eastern Mountain Lion as extinct. Because they have been officially de-listed, Mountain Lions in the entire eastern seaboard are now regulated by the individual states.
As the weather has been improving, I'm sure a lot of anglers looking forward to going fishing.
Over the years, I have always been interested in going to Canada on a black bear hunt, so in February when the outdoor show came to Great Falls, Mont., I decided it was time to find out if I was going to stay on the bank and cut bait or grab a rod and join the big dogs.
One of the best items an outdoor enthusiast can carry is one or more of the guidebooks on flowers, trees, rocks birds, or mammals that inhabit your area. I often carry one of the handy field guides in my fishing vest, or backpack. Perhaps the most dog-eared of my field guides in the one on California wildflowers.
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.