Are these three fools back at it again?
At some point this morning, that line above – serving duty as this post’s title, from an old Beastie Boys song – echoed through…
Slabathon at the Glen: Part Two
We slept in a tad Sunday morning, knowing that there would likely be some ice at the ramp – and hoping some local with…
Slabathon at the Glen: Part One
Day one of our adventure started Saturday morning. Leaving KC around 7am was going to put us on the water by 11 or so,…
Deep Roots
One of my earliest memories involving ducks can be traced back to me being about four. I distinctly recall feathers – the iridescent blues and…
Slamming the Door Shut…
on the season that just wasn’t. The season that ended about the same way it began. With frustration. Seriously, I have never heard “Hey, let…
A Break from the Fowl
This time of year it’s hard to let a weekend go by without spending some time in a blind. We eagerly wait 9 months…
Opening Weekend, 2011
So much anticipation surrounds this very weekend for we brethren of the feathered chase. Seeds of anticipation that were planted the moment the last…
A Time and a Place – Youth Waterfowl Weekend
Ah, Youth Waterfowl weekend… Can mean any number of things from year to year. For one, it’s a free day to spend a bit…
The Quest for Trophy Trout
If you are at all a man of the fly fishing persuasion, you too may get a little tingly thinking about what October brings…
PINK MEAT JOURNAL: Pt. 6 – THE DETAILS
With this being our fist time Salmon fishing, our goal was to ask as many questions as we could regarding who, what, when and…