Looking back on 2013, I wanted to create a recap of some essential fishing and hunting topics and memories from the year. Take a look at my roundup below:
My Biggest Hunt of the Year:
I was invited…
Looking ahead to 2014, here’s what I’d like to see in the coming year:
Habit to Break:
In 2014, I need to break the habit of trying to place the fish where and at what depth I think they should be.…
For my new year's resolution, there is a habit that I would like to break going into 2014.
As a tournament bass angler, I am always looking for ways to become more successful. Year after year, when…
Few species rile up ice anglers like yellow perch. When the bite's hot, these schooling fish can deliver days of non-stop action. Yet, nothing's guaranteed when looking for perch, and their roaming…
The trail was covered with a couple inches of snow — obviously not winter tundra conditions — but the trail conditions required hikers' attention. I was within ear shot of the trailhead parking lot.…
Many waterfowl hunters have reported their best year ever in the duck blind.
It is certainly another banner year for ducks. With more than 45 million mallards, teal gadwall and other species winging…
How do I deal with cabin fever?
This is a question all fishermen have to deal with. We can only wash the boat so many times, we can only organize our tackle so much. So how can we overcome the winter…
This is, in my part of Ontario, the last week of the bow season for deer. As usual, it has been a week characterized by lots of snow and frigid cold. It might not seem like frigid cold but, believe…
Spit roasting is the oldest method of cooking known to man. It's easy to imagine an early American squatting by an open campfire, turning a hunk of spitted meat over the flames. The tradition can be…
In Northern Wisconsin, it certainly is that time of year again to put away your fly rods and waders and get out your ice shacks. First ice fishing can be a blast, little to no crowds to compete with…
Anglers that view the flathead catfish as a worthy adversary, but one best pursued on dark, steamy, mid-summer nights are missing the boat, literally, on what might well be the best shovelhead bite…
The bitter wind blew furiously, pelting me with unforgiving force, while sapping my warmth and enthusiasm. I struggled to clench my ultra light rod, my grip loosening as my glove raised a white flag…
