The other day, my son, Bo, and I went out to sight in a new rifle scope.
The effect on water temperature and fish behavior is directly related.
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I've learned over the years that a person could drive themselves crazy worrying about every little detail when it came to fishing.
I'm a seven last-casts type of guy.
In my last column, I told you that I might be moving to the local KOA, because I was going elk hunting on our 50th anniversary.
After last week's weather, many anglers have put away their equipment and will be staying close to the fireplace for the next few months.
My cousin got booted from the Brock Lesnar-Cain Velasquez title fight a few weeks back for trying to break up a girl-fight in the stands moments before the main event.
It seems like a lifetime ago that I coached football and basketball at the Manteca Boys and Girls Club. In those days, we not only coached to win but we coached to respect the game and our opponent.
This morning brought the first real cold snap of the year. For many anglers, the colder temperatures bring the fish closer to the surface. For others, fishing is only going to get tougher as their species of choice will most likely be hunkering down for the winter. Fishing the wintertime can be extremely tough and for the inpatient person, unbearable. When I think about fishing during the wintertime I immediately think of slowing down and downsizing my line. Unless I'm lucky enough to find an active school of fish the bites are going to be far and few and ...
By the time you read this column, Thanksgiving dinner will be just a memory evidenced by a bunch of leftovers in the fridge, and an extra notch let out in your belt.
Frightened or appalled by the prospect of walking up an escalator that dared to stop working, the lady stepped aside and allowed the guy with a frayed deltoid ligament on his left ankle and the other guy with a chewed up meniscus to hike up the stuck steps.
For almost five decades, I have been afflicted with Bear Fever.
Thanksgiving is next Thursday, and while some will be playing football or staying warm inside, I've kind of made it a tradition of mine to get out fishing for the early part of the day.
The fish took off with only a slight rhythmic list from left to right. The barb was stuck securely in its dorsal fin, which did little to stop his down-river run.
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.