When I was a little kid in Newfoundland, Canada, I followed dad on the adventures he thought we should go on – adventures to far off places and strange country that I now know were neither far off nor all that strange. We went up and down streams for mud trout, drove down to […]Read more "Longing for Ice"
Here, I continue to make my case for the superiority of capitalism over socialism, in the realm of the environment and beyond… Suppose one farmer Wilson digs and then dams a tiny brook on his property to create a pond. Some decry his environmental insensitivity – he’s sinned against Gaia and will create […]Read more "Capitalism as Sustainability 2"
Let’s start easy on this one. I provide food, a living place and clothing for myself by caring for the needs of an elderly group of Pittsburgh’s citizens and the building they live in. The residents don’t give to my charity and I don’t threaten them at gunpoint to give me their money, yet […]Read more "Capitalism As Sustainability Part 1"
Like me, young Felix Omondi grew up loving to fish and feeling it was natural to be outdoors. We both took to the fly rod at some point as we grew up, finding that sport could be as valuable as fish in the pan. We were much alike, the only significant thing separating us being […]Read more "Felix Omondi"
Perhaps the best journal of my year outdoors comes in the form of the photos I’ve taken along the way as I’ve hiked, fished and lived in the woods. And in recent years these photos have coalesced into the North Country Calendar, my annual showcase of some of the best photos taken generally from […]Read more "North Country Calendar"
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"