A messed up molar couldn't stop the trip that finally landed a marlin
It began raining at 2 a.m. He heard it and felt it and sensed it and the thunder pounded his senses and the lightning offered him a flash of vision. He waited and stirred and when the rains became light, his feet were left bare and his pant legs rolled above his ankles and the spinning rod became soft in his hand.
From where she keeps the pen and the leather-bound journal, she allows a foot to be cleansed by the water and her soul to be lifted like the vapors.
Apparently, I don’t just think about fish, I dream about them, too.
During the five-hour drive to Frisco in the company of an angler friend, I realized five hours is just not enough time to make fishing tales grow and a friendship grow even more.
Area outdoorsman Jason Hawkins: "Just a few nights ago, I counted seven howling coyotes, and that was only as far as my human ears could hear."
The sounds we hear in the outdoors are part of the experiences we live in the outdoors.
Hunting turkeys has been a trial-and-error undertaking for outdoorsman Jason Hawkins.
My grandmother passed recently and though she never walked with me down a game trail at 4 a.m., she was right there with me in spirit and will be forever.
For a moment that is neither too long nor too short nor too empty nor too full nor too anything more than the moment I listen.
Within the cloak of formality, the informality of angling became pleasure and respite, despite the week that was.
By all scientific accounts and amateur observations, wild game and fish feed when they are hungry, move when they want and are involuntarily involved in the same cycle of life today as they have been forever. What has changed is how we communicate what we see, do, catch, chase, observe or experience in the outdoors.