The Omnivore’s Backpack

And it sounds like a lot but all of this can be made up into a fairly compact little bundle with a little thought.

Rumors of my Demise Have Been Greatly exaggerated…

Yet, it’s also been a good year and I have much to be thankful for and I improved my own situation in many ways.

When The Waters Muddy

We’ve all experienced it: arriving at a favorite fish-producing creek only to find the water too high, muddy, turbid, silty, and opaque to even think about it. Maybe it’s time to go find another favorite creek. Maybe and maybe

All Around The Midwest

Over the last couple of weeks, Susan and I executed our Fall getaway, traveling west to Milbank, South Dakota, north to Virginia, Minnesota and back east via Appleton, Wisconsin.

sASSY AS IT gETS

“Rapala?! What’s a Rapala?! Get yourself a Sassy Shad – that’s what it’s all about! That’s what you’re gonna’ catch your trout, your bass – smallmouth and largemouth – your walleye, pike, perch, crappie, rock bass, catfish, everything, on!” exclaimed Mr. Schoenfeldt, now turning red in the face or moving to a shade just beyond. […]

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MY BOOKS

The four books of the Woodrise series will appear over the next three years. “Winter,” the first of the series will be available by December, 2023. For now, here’s a link to my first book, The Dying Fish.

deep woods

It was still dark but I knew this was morning. I felt like I’d slept my deepest sleep since… well, since last time I’d slept on the ground.

COLUMBINE CREEK

Just after passing though, he did something radical and unexpected: he left the trail to walk along the stream bank in the snow, peering down at the water as he made his way up. Funny how rare it is to find someone willing to get off the trail, explore and look around.

Muskies eleven

Muskellunge (musky) were never really gone from western Pennsylvania but they’re surely experiencing a renaissance, if we can associate the word “renaissance” with a brutal, outsized predator of almost all else that swims.

Call of the Frontier

Then there are some misanthropes who choose wet January days and creeks fifty miles from the lake.