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.
I had just finished my fifth elk hair caddis pattern in a size 12, because anything smaller looks like a blender caddis, so until I am better, I stop there.
It's being billed as an "epic" football game, an "instant classic" between two perennial powers.
Several decades ago I was hunting bears in the Sierra. It was dusk and I walked down a dusty dirt road looking for bear tracks. After about an hour, I turned around and began walking back to my camp. Looking at my tracks in the dusty road, I discovered mountain lion tracks right over the top of my footprints! A lion had tracked me for over two miles. I had no clue he was there. I guarantee you that will make the hair on your neck stand up! Mountain lions are like tan ghosts, you never see them until its ...
Oh, Roger, you still don't get it.
Every year, there are new fishing products that come out and quickly become the hot item.
Bulldogs don't belong in a catbird seat, so East Union defensive coordinator Jason Stock's decision to leave the press box should come as no surprise.
The two-point conversion has long been the nemesis of Manteca High football coach Eric Reis.
He bounced near the starting line - wrists wrapped, hands covered in powder. The entire arena bounced along with him.
I had every reason in the world to take in everything that South Florida had to offer.
The stakes just keep getting higher and higher for the football programs at Manteca and Oakdale high schools.
SONOMA - Scott Dixon patiently stalked race leaders Graham Rahal and Mike Conway over the closing laps of Sunday's GoPro Grand Prix of Sonoma before blowing by Conway with just three laps to go in the 85-lap race to capture his second Verizon IndyCar win of the season.
Manteca was supposed to help break in Levi's Stadium next Friday, Aug. 29.
The other day while driving home from work I saw a truck towing a trailer with a couple snow mobiles on it.
I recently got an email forwarding an article about a woman from Pennsylvania who appears to be in the process of being railroaded into prison by the justice system in New Jersey.
The sounds of high revving go-karts continued all weekend long on the temporary street circuit in the heart of downtown Modesto at the inaugural Save Mart Supermarkets Modesto Grand Prix for the Superkarts! USA SummerNationals.
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