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…
Pink Meat Journal: Pt. 5 – The Gallery
The stories that come with an adventure like this are those that should last a lifetime. The words are only half the fun, though,…
Pink Meat Journal: Pt. 4 – That Screwy Morning Bite…
Morning, while it came fast, posed little in the way of a challenge to this bunch. Everyone was eager to rise and shine after the previous…
Pink Meat Journal: Pt. 3 – To Lie, or Not to Lie?
Our first charter boat was Sunday afternoon’s journey aboard the “Lie-A-Lot”. One of many charter services harbored in Ludington, MI. I should probably throw…