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 ...
As much as I'm enjoying these nice clear winter days, I believe it's just a matter of time before we're going to be hit with a series of storms making fishing even tougher. Usually, by this time of year, our waters are muddied up by a few storms. So far that isn't the case, we've had a pretty dry but cold winter. One of my favorite professional bass anglers used to always say "the toughest condition to fish in is when the water is cold and muddy." In my experience that statement has held true ...
Fly tying is among my many vices. On the surface, you'd think that a hobby that consists of wrapping a few strands of fur, feathers, and thread around a hook would be among the simplest of pastimes. What could be less stressful than sitting at a desk creating beautiful works of art with exotic names like the "Royal Coachman", or the "Pale Sulfur Dun"? Nothing could be further from the truth. Actually fly tying is an addictive form of mental illness from which few people recover.
A couple weeks ago I mentioned Pyramid Lake as a great place to catch a really large trout. I define really large trout as anything over 5 pounds. At Pyramid, you stand a pretty good chance at catching a trout of 10 pounds or more. That's when you want to consider a taxidermy mount. The good news for anglers is that you can catch and release your giant trout and still have taxidermy mount made. Take lots of photos, and measurements like length, girth, and weight and contact a talented taxidermist and let him work his magic.
My first encounter I remember with football was as a 6-year-old rolling around in the mud under the bleachers at my brother's high-school football game. And the second thing I remember about this great game is after I got in trouble for rolling around in the mud I was in the stands with my dad when he commented that a runner "really stepped into that hole."
December 21, 2013|
By DAVE CAMPBELL
The exception to the "Giant Trout are impossible to catch" rule, where you stand a really good chance of catching a trout over 8 pounds, is a place called Pyramid Lake and it lies just northeast of Reno, Nevada. Located on the huge Paiute Indian Reservation, Pyramid Lake is populated by Lahontan Cutthroat Trout which can grow to over 40 pounds.
Native Americans living along the shores of a giant inland sea that covered parts of 5 modern states were hunting ducks since before recorded history. Although I can't prove it, I'll bet that those ancient hunters were also using duck calls as well as decoys. Putting food on the fire for your family was deadly serious back then, and it is well documented that game calling was one on the tools used by primitive hunters. A book entitled "Ishi" by Theodora Kroeber describes the story of "the last Wild Indian in North America", in it; Kroeber mentioned some ...