If you are one of the thousands of out-of-state hunters who have been coming to Montana to hunt with an outfitter, those days are gone.
Even before Del Oro boarded its bus in Loomis, the majority of the Sac-Joaquin Section knew what to expect from the Golden Eagles in their SJS Division-III playoff debut. East Union knew more so than anyone, yet the Lancers still had a job to do.
Over the years I've had a variety of different tow vehicles.
Since Buffalo Wild Wings opened, I'd planned on an afternoon of college football there.
Over the years, I've developed a habit of getting up early regardless of what day it was.
I was likely the only person in Northern California who could not stop thinking about Dwight Eugene Gooden during the San Francisco Giants' victory parade Wednesday in San Francisco. It was a young, gifted Gooden who escorted me towards my newfound greatest moment in sports.
I had breakfast with my external abdominal obliques Saturday. I had no choice.
Working with teenagers, I'm amazed at how many of them have never been fishing yet.
A ton of horror movies make me laugh - adolescent girls with unwashed waist-length black hair climbing out of televisions slower than a slug in salt and still catching dudes that appear to be capable of easily busting out a 5k run.
Duck hunters, beware. There are going to be anglers out on the water and you must not disturb their fishing areas. Unfortunately, it's the anglers that must beware as duck hunting season is now open. Over the years I've developed a sort of love-hate relationship with duck hunters. Once the hunting season ends many of the hunters' blinds are abandoned until the next year. I've caught some of my biggest fish while fishing around abandoned duck blinds. During hunting season anglers usually avoid fishing around the blinds in fear of disturbing a hunter. Consequently, the fish become ...
Since Manteca Unified School District has more high school students than Prince of Wales Island has residents you probably didn't hear about the 75-mile per hour winds that knocked out power on the entire island, isolating it from mail and cutting ATM machines off from the money bags that supply them. I contemplated calling mom's school weak for giving kids and teachers the day off in light of there being no power, because we've gone without power here for part of the school day, but the argument was a little too unreasonable.
Recently, I had a garage sale and was able to sell a lot of my unused fishing tackle. Most of the items I sold were practically brand new.
After the afternoon on the Upper Sacramento in which I couldn't conjure up better circumstances without being unreasonable, I became jealous that night, of the people next to me that had real hot dog skewers and tinfoil.
Last night was the first night in a while that we've had thunder and lightning.
Looking down from the Interstate-5 bridges, the calm fingers of Shasta Lake eventually become the churning waters of the Sacramento River over a series of inconspicuous turns.
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.