The weather has been uncharacteristic for the month of May - lots of wind and cooler temperatures for this time of year.
I know it's summer and I should sleep in, but when you're solar-powered and the sun floods into your room your body doesn't care if it's 4:18.
There are many ways to catch a fish. Yesterday while doing some grocery shopping I ran into my high school physical education teacher, coach Gebhart. He reminded me of a way of catching fish that I've never really gotten into. Coach Gebhart likes to fly fish just as much as he likes to golf. I have a fly rod, which is 27 years old and has sat collecting dust for the past 20 years. I know how old it is because that's what I asked for on my 13th birthday. I'm not sure what condition it's ...
The ball was over-inflated and under-used, but that wasn't the real issue.
It's been a long time since I was a student in school waiting with anticipation for the start of summer.
At some point after, during, or instead of college, you embark on a career.
When I was a kid I used to think about being a weather man.
After your mom has the 7-millimeter aneurysm in her right middle cranial artery fixed, you've watched a You Tube clip of the same procedure on a different brain and your mom starts telling people she'll be home in a week (the doctors smile and say it will probably be a few days longer), your depth of observation increases.
Last week, I discussed antiques that the outdoor enthusiast might find incidentally while hunting, angling, or exploring old ghost towns.
The NASCAR K&N Pro Series West returns to Stockton's 99 Speedway this Saturday for G-Oil 150, one of the biggest events on the 2013 schedule.
I have this empty space on my living room wall that would be the perfect place for a mounted bass. It's right above my fish tank and would look perfect.
I've never really seen my Mom sick. She's had colds before, but she has epitomized both strength and stubbornness. That's probably why she rarely had health issues - they were intimidated.
From now until mid-May, local fishing is at its best if you were to ask me.
The NASCAR Whelen All-American Series season is officially under way at the Stockton 99 Speedway, and a couple of Manteca drivers are off to hot starts.
My grandparents used to call it "visiting".
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.