This article is an attempt to work through the residual pain of an unusually traumatic week’s fishing. Susan and I run off to the north country every fall, a foray that might take us to anywhere in New England. This year’s trip was a somewhat reduced jaunt up to the northern Adirondacks and St. Lawrence […]Read more "I’m Not Fisherman Extraordinaire…I’m Mrs. Nesbitt"
Finding big fish isn’t easy and catching them is even harder. I’ve fished a good deal over the last 34 years or so and I’ve very seldom caught a really big fish, and by “big fish” I mean a fish that is at least half as large as the species will potentially grow. I have […]Read more "Big Fish (of Scale)"
A couple of days ago I found myself in an outfitter’s canoe transport van, eavesdropping for just a moment on the bearded outdoorsmen in the seats behind me. Like myself, they were on the way upriver for a day of floating and fishing the Conemaugh River – a new place for me. At the moment […]Read more "A Well-Rounded Outdoorsman"
Autumn’s come early to the northeast this year or at least to Pennsylvania. As a lover of cold weather, I’m thrilled to see it. How do I know fall’s come early? Well, obviously, the daily highs have been significantly below what I can remember from recent years around the beginning of September. That’s […]Read more "welcoming fall"
Drew’s not really a kid these days but 20 years ago he was, and so was I. We met at a small Christian school where Drew, as I remember, was mostly into computers – the high speed Commodores of the day and their incomparable role-playing and first-person shooter type games like Wolfenstein and the timeless […]Read more "Take a Kid Fishing"
The hiking stove featured here is the Emberlit. In my book, The Dying Fish, I recount the story of catching my first brook trout late one summer evening in Newfoundland, long ago. The moment was magical because I was seeing this fish for the first time, a fish that would shape my life in […]Read more "Summer Nights Well Spent"
Catfish have always been a fascination of mine. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the north where there were almost none of them and I went through childhood hoping to some day catch a catfish. Actually, I’m told that I caught my first one in Indiana at the age of 3 on a cane […]Read more "Pole Cats"