We knew Sierra's Bryson Sanders would be one of quarterback Jake Pruitt's favorite targets.
Last week I discussed Into the Wild with my buddy Nate's junior Advanced Placement class during my prep period.
With the summer-like conditions we've been having lately, the inexperienced angler tends to believe that the fishing conditions are the same as the summer. After all, the days are just as hot and the waterways are as busy as any other summer day.
When I was chastised for wearing a Simms Fishing Products hat while deer hunting this summer, my hunting buddy, who will remain nameless, didn't mention the trout silhouette on the front.
Labor Day weekend is an exciting time for most anglers.
Dad would have turned 63 on Saturday.
I watched the evening news the other day and saw where a group of local motorcycle enthusiasts were having a Sunday ride to raise money for charity. Despite the bad press that motorcyclists occasionally suffer from, I have found them to generally be a compassionate, caring group of people. My brother, Chris, rode a Harley until his death and it seemed that his motorcycle club was always raising money for kids or veterans. The motorcycle folks are all right. I wonder though, if they are aware of the discriminatory policy of the Make-A-Wish Foundation when it comes to granting kids ...
It's already getting darker earlier in the day and getting cooler at night, meaning that fall weather is closer than most people may think it is.
The popular SPEARS Southwest Tour Series returns for its final 2013 appearance at the Stockton 99 Speedway this Saturday night for the 125-lap SPEARS Southwest Tour Series event presented by 51 FIFTY Energy Drink.
The beautiful people are back, and actor Danny DeVito dropped by the other night, too. Dodger Stadium was always a place to be seen, but now they come because there really is something to see:
A short while ago, my daughter came from the East Coast with my grandkids to visit for awhile. She asked me if I would take her and the grandkids out to the woods along the river to pick rose hips. I cut some empty milk jugs to fashion collection containers and off we went to the wild rose patches in the woods.
Sometimes we put unreasonable valuation on an experience or project what does not yet, or will never exist.
Of all those penalized in baseball's biggest doping scandal, at least Nelson Cruz had a good story to tell.
A week ago, while driving along I-5 south of Sacramento, I spotted a pair of coyotes and several wild turkeys in the Stone Lake/Beach Lake wildlife preserve. By combining government owned lands with private lands using either conservation easements or leases, the combined area of the preserve totals over 17,000 acres.
Every angler has his or her favorite knot.
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.