When I think of a vacation, I naturally think of going right back to the same place I have always gone for vacations, Hermit Valley at the top of Ebbetts Pass. Of course, to most normal folks that would be pretty dull. I never get to Hawaii, haven't been to Paris, and probably will never cruise the Caribbean in a sailboat. It's pretty poor ammunition for chatter at cocktail parties, too. When others are talking about the magnificent view of the Alps, I really don't make much of an impression when I casually mention that the view ...
A nice crowd of nearly 2,000 was on hand at Stockton's 99 Speedway for last Saturday's NASCAR Whelen All American Racing Series program and tribute to Manteca racing legend Johnny Brazil.
A lot of anglers will tell you that their favorite time of the year to fish is in the spring.
Ordinarily, I don't write precise directions to a good fishing spot. Under most circumstances, revealing a great fishing hole in print will inundate it with so many anglers that the fishing will be ruined. That won't happen in this case, however, because my secret fishing hole is so difficult to get to almost no one is crazy enough to go back.
This week, I had the opportunity to fish a pond that's pressured daily by visiting vacationers.
Competition can be a key ingredient in success, though being too worried about results can ruin a great fishing trip.
Sometimes no matter how hard you try, things go wrong afield and one of your favorite pieces of gear malfunctions. I recall once as we were trekking across the old Immigrant Road that runs from Highway 4 in Hermit Valley to Deer Valley off of Highway 88.
The over 4,000 fans that packed the grandstands for the annual Firecracker 150 at the Stockton 99 Speedway on Sunday thoroughly enjoyed a great evening of fireworks both on and above the high-banked quarter-mile oval.
For the past couple of years I've been reading a lot about the great kokanee fishing we have here locally.
It seems like an eternity ago when my Kennedy Little League All-Star team took the field for our 12-year-old all-star campaign.
Since the friends that visit during the summer are not paying clients, I can afford certain liberties as I shuttle them around the island under the guise of providing an "authentic" experience.
Due to the extremely wet winter we had, most of the streams are running cold fast and extremely full. The recent hot spell has begun to melt the huge snowpack with a vengeance and the rivers are boiling. This was one of the wettest years on record and the melting snow is creating extremely dangerous conditions. Usually at this time of year the snow run off has peaked and stream levels have begun to recede to normal summertime levels. This year however nature may not be cooperating with your summer vacation plans. Major Sierra rivers are roaring with flows not ...
I've always had a hard time dealing with storing unused items.
In high school I thought there was exactly one girl on earth, and her name was Natalie.
I have been using a fishing log since the early 1970s and it really adds a completely new dimension to my angling experience. Recording stream conditions, weather patterns, and flies, lures, baits and techniques used can help improve your fishing. Jotting down unusual wildlife you spot, or interesting rock and mineral formations, notes on mining ruins, or Indian artifacts can help increase your enjoyment of your outdoor excursions.
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.