About 15 years ago my friend Joe Mangelos gave me a free ticket to attend a fund raising banquet for the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation. When I got to the dinner, I was feeling kind of guilty, so I bought some raffle tickets. Darned if I didn't win a brand new 30-06 rifle! I was hooked even though I've never been elk hunting, every year since I make it a point to attend the Elk Foundation Banquet.
This time of year is one of anticipation. The traditional winter hunting seasons have come and gone. If you are a big game hunter who is crazy enough to seek deer, elk, or bear, you will have either a freezer full of meat with which to feed your family, or a host of excuses as to how the critters out-witted you. The bass boats are covered and safely stored and the trout streams of summer are blanked with snow. It is at this time of year that cabin fever can strike you. While some folks laugh and pretend it isn ...
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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 ...