Like most young adults, in my early 20s, I was pretty sure I was immortal and that I could hike anywhere with no problem. I would backpack into remote streams in search of the rare Golden Trout or the even more rare Paiute Trout.
The world didn't come to an end Saturday.
When I scribed about my excitement of anticipating covering the "final" meeting between East Union and Manteca High's baseball teams back on April 29 I knew they'd meet up again.
It's that time of year again when I get plenty of calls or emails from friends and family who want to go fishing.
Although the 100th running of the Indianapolis 500 is still more than a week away, this weekend's qualifying for "Greatest Spectacle in Racing" is causing quite a buzz.
My buddy Stephen posts things like, "The kings aren't going to catch themselves."
Oftentimes you hear old timers lamenting about how "the fishing ain't as good as it used to be," or the hunting, the gold panning, etc. It sort of reminds me of Will Rogers's observation that "everybody complains about the weather, but nobody ever does anything about it." Conservation of our outdoor resources, however, is a different story. You actually can make a difference. There are a host of organizations that do all sorts of projects improve our fishing, hunting and overall outdoor experience.
I'm guessing there are very few of us who haven't been affected by some type of cutback over the last few years.
I guess it's appropriate that last week's self-deprecating column, one in which I strung together some of my more human moments, was missing the first 200 words, and ended up making no sense.
No matter who ends up getting covered with the beautiful bouquet of roses after the 137th Kentucky Derby, the chances of the winning jockey-horse combination coming in at hefty odds seem to be pretty good.
It only takes a few consecutive days of 80-plus degree weather to send crowds of boaters towards our local waterways.
I won't waste your time with a top list of anecdotes since Monday was my birthday, or break into a 'Best of', because authentic existence has little to do with embellishment-laced highlights. A life is a non-stop series in reactions. So for those wondering what the life of an outdoor columnist is really like, here's what has highlighted my journey to 30.
If you've read this column for any length of time you may have read that I catch rattlesnakes on a regular basis. I usually turn them into hatbands; sometimes I have them mounted as taxidermy specimens, I even make rattlesnake rugs as a wall mount. Occasionally I'll even eat a sackful of rattlers for dinner. While I am a big advocate of catch and release fishing, I do not practice catch and release rattler catching. My long-time outdoor companion Donald F, however is a much kinder and gentler person than I and regularly releases the snakes he catches.
Very seldom can I walk into the offices of The Manteca Bulletin and be excited about work – especially about a day that is 24 hours away. I mean, even though my gig is pretty sweet, the worries of today are usually more than enough to keep me occupied.
Last week, I wrote about conservation efforts to benefit Rocky Mountain Elk and a host of other animals. I didn't want to neglect the fishes however, hence today's column.
Don't let this current storm fool you. If anything, it's going to improve the fishing.
Today kicks off The 2014 GEICO Bassmaster Classic held at Lake Guntersville in Birmingham, Ala.