When I was a little kid back in Nova Scotia Canada I caught frogs, built clubhouses on an industrial scale and generally ran wild. I started to acquire some elementary skills that would never help me to get a job but would begin building my career as an outdoorsman. And it was probably at this […]Read more "How to Adventure"
8:30 PM – It’s dark outside and darker here underground. This tunnel allows a tiny brook to flow under the freight yard down to the Allegheny River and allows me to reach the walleye, I can only hope. At least when your fishing begins with sloshing through a dark tunnel to a flooded river, […]Read more "Walleye, the Steel City, and a Long, Cold Night"
It’s twilight now up on the Allegheny Front. As I begin to write something I can still see words taking shape on the page without a light but that won’t last. I might be able to see better elsewhere in the forest but here below tall hemlocks and red spruces, it’s dark. Owls have already […]Read more "Sylvan and Nocturnal"
I love to watch the season change late every year and there’s nowhere better to watch this than the state of New York. It’s overlooked as an outdoorsman’s paradise, I think. I’ve lived all over the east and I believe this to be true. If there were no further considerations than outdoors possibilities, I would […]Read more "I Love NY"
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"
Where I live right now, while I’m not in the woods, is a paved place in general. There’s a lot of asphalt. McKnight road, one of the major high-speed and high noise conduits of Pittsburgh’s North Hills passes within sight, it’s roar permeating all till long after dark. Businesses have proliferated here and I can […]Read more "Suburban Hunter-Gatherer"
The chipmunks that live down the hill count on me to launch peanuts daily from the back porch. A bit further out I can see parking lots, a highway and a shopping center but there’s a strip of woods here and it’s home for an assortment of animals, great and small. Even my porch hosts […]Read more "Quiet Little Places"