My son and I decided to take a walk while recently camping with my family at Lake Pardee.
Manteca's Jacob Gomes persevered through a cautioned-filled evening to capture the "Mid Valley Iron & Metals 150" for the SRL Spears Southwest Tour Series Late Models last Saturday evening at the Stockton 99 Speedway.
Hot dogs are synonymous with summer cuisine, and though there are plenty of hot dogs - gourmet dogs, foot-long dogs, ball park dogs, nitrate-free dogs, kosher dogs - I don't get too picky.
Several years ago, an auto accident claimed the life of a singer-songwriter named Harry Chapin. As is the case with many song writers, Chapin was actually a poet and philosopher who used music to expound upon the nature of life. Probably the most famous song that Harry Chapin wrote was titled "The Cats in the Cradle". It was about a fellow who was on his way up in the world and was too busy to spend time with his son. The young achiever was away on a business trip when his son was born. A few years later the son ...
The sound of a fishing rod snapping is one every angler dreads.
Season points leader and second-generation driver Jeff Belletto of Modesto continued his winning ways in the Western Late Model division at the New Stockton 99 Speedway last Saturday night.
If you're lucky, there's a moment as you're falling that provides a chance to do something about it.
I saw in the newspaper a while back where some fellow claimed to have found a treasure trove of old photographic plates taken by the famous photographer Ansel Adams. If authenticated, the photos could be worth literally millions of dollars. I recall meeting Ansel Adams several times at his shop in Yosemite Valley and I wish I had purchased some of his autographed photos. His black and white photo of the full moon over Half Dome might well be the most famous outdoor of all time.
While looking through one of my favorite fishing-supply catalogs, I couldn't believe the prices on some of the items I paid big money for several years ago.
It's a 47-minute walk from where I checked my bags at the float plane dock to downtown Ketchikan. With two of the three flights to get me home out of the way and four hours until takeoff I walked the 2.7 miles, because as any Alaskan will tell you, if it's 72 and sunny, you better not take it for granted.
One of the highlights of my year used to be a four-day houseboat trip in the spring to Lake Shasta. However, in recent years, with the level of the water declining and the cost of fuel increasing, the trip became more work than it was worth. It is one thing to be able to tie up to the trees along the bank at night, but when those trees are 80 feet straight up the bank and the wind pulls out the stake hammered deep into the red clay of the Shasta Lake shore and the houseboat begins to drift into ...
During the past week, three separate incidents popped up that focused my attention on wild critters right in the middle of a city environment. First, I happened to be perusing the newspaper and came across an article about a rattlesnake being killed in someone's garage right in the middle of town. Rattlers in town? The State Capitol maybe, but a small town in central California? Whooda thunk it?
Memorial Day weekend is over, and I'm sure many of us who were out on the water have a story or two to tell.
After going dark for the Memorial Day weekend, the New Stockton 99 Speedway was supposed to return to action this Saturday night with one of its biggest events of the year: The SPEARS SRL Southwest Tour Series "Mid Valley Iron and Metals 150".
It's Monday, and I'm packing for my trip north where I will indulge in my other life that starts with coffee and breakfast with mom and ends with fish talk around a fire with friends.
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.