I was going fishing,
the fish would be there
On March 1st, the start of meteorological spring, winter decided to make an attempt to assert its presence. Something it had pretty much failed to do for the previous three…
I was going fishing,
I didn’t have a Plan B when I started
Hell, I barely even had a Plan A when I headed out. I've taken advantage of the mildest winter in 78 years by doing virtually nothing outdoors for the past…
The Smallmouth Brook Trout Bass
As far as I can tell, the rivers and streams where trout live flow through all of the states in the U.S. except for Illinois. Which is where I live.…
Last Fish of the Year
Apparently my intolerance for cold is long standing. I remember hating it as a kid. December of 2001, I wrote this in a post: In my nightmares, hell has 3…
Ice, Ice Baby
Based on memory, which is probably not the most reliable way to do things, this may be one of the mildest Decembers in a long time. We had a few…
A Drive Down Memory Lane
The first week of September I purposely decided to take myself out of the loop. I let my writing drop off. I decided for the rest of the year I…
Up a Creek, Again
The plan for the day was to go out to Marseilles State Fish and Wildlife Area to do some squirrel hunting. Only I had forgot that it was closed on…
I Tend not to Travel Very Much
And yet I feel like I travel all the time to go fishing or simply out wandering with my wife. I had to look it up on a map. It…
Seems Like a Decent Evening to go Fishing
The assumption is that I will be off work at 5 PM. The next assumption is that people will learn to drive on highways by that time and not turn…