Kevin Van Dam won his fourth career Bassmaster Classic, which was held on the Louisiana Delta.
Most of the time, you don't really wonder how you got to a certain place in time. If you do contemplate "What just happened?" it's usually confined to a small increment of life.
Congratulations to Kevin VanDam for winning his fourth Bassmaster Classic this past weekend held on the Louisiana Delta.
Like seagulls descending on the carcass of a spawned out king salmon washed ashore, I joined my fellow scavengers at Borders bookstore in Modesto for my chance to peck deals.
Some folks think that there is no such thing as Cabin Fever. They are dead wrong. If Alferd Packer was still around, they could ask him about it. Good old Alferd (that's really how he spelled his name) was the noted cannibal who ate several of his companions after being trapped with them while snowbound in Colorado in 1874. Along about this time of year I start getting fidgety and look longingly out the window every few minutes. Although I'm an incorrigible outdoors enthusiast, even I don't really enjoy standing in the pouring rain unless its hunting ...
Everyone has their favorite colored baits.
When Melvin Allen welcomed some of the Weston Ranch basketball team's reserve players onto the court for the final 1:09 of their 87-67 win over East Union Wednesday, Allen was still in coaching mode.
An hour into my fishing contemplation I heard my phone buzz with a message.
As is common this time of year, we have been getting a taste of the coming spring.
What a difference a week can make.
No one can take the simple act of fly-rod contemplation and digress into philosophical mumbo jumbo like my buddy Klinger.
I believe the outdoors is remarkably safe, yet no matter what you do, there are risks involved. It doesn't matter if you are commuting to work, or driving a forklift on the job, teaching in a classroom, there are risks involved & you could get hurt. You & I are probably much more likely to get in an auto accident, or slip & fall at work than we are likely to get injured while out fishing, hunting, or hiking. The difference is that outdoor pursuits are often solitary in nature and you are often in a remote location far from medical help ...
I've been exchanging emails with a cousin of mine from Oklahoma.
The fly-fishing section of the International Sportsman's Expo was an entire building complete with casting pond and corner stage for presentations by experts.
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.