Outdoorsman says autumn is the season for slowing down.
There are nuts and bolts to tighten and sights to bring true and new hands are learning new ways, and sometimes mistakes teach the best lessons.
A good fishing shirt adds to the experience
The pond is calm, and the infant-like propulsion of an old, scarred boat creates an occasional tickle upon this vessel, and the movement of ripples spreads far and away and they soon become part of this pond that is calm.
The mayor of Hillsborough doesn’t need to wear the derby hat or the off-white hat with the black stripe to be recognized as mayor of this gem of a southern town. More noticeable is his enthusiasm for leading a community of goodness.
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."