Somebody upstairs really loves me. This November I get one more hour of November.  I haven’t quite decided if I’m going to cut wood with the time or take a nap. I could sneak in some pass shooting at ducks or...

I drop the truck into four wheel drive and start to tip toe off the county road and follow an ancient logging trail. Last fall, when I was here, I don’t recall the logging trail so rough. I meander about and come to the sharp corner and here is a brand new county forest gate with a lock that’s locked tight. Oh for the love of progress. Man whose going to steal trees back here. Stupid gate...

Summer crawls away in ripe tomatoes, picking blueberries, and one final warm rain. Fall strolls in on the heels of the first frost. Geese honking over head refresh the memories of spring goslings and draw my thoughts into a wedge migration of adult birds going south...

Today will become next October. I just need to live that long. I'm not terminally ill, to my knowledge, but when you get in the planning stages of a hunting trip, it takes on a life of its own...

It’s no exotic fishing destination. Your standard four mile long man made flowage created by a county highway engineer’s worst nightmare. Just some road Designed and built many years ago to access central St. Louis County with the upper reaches of Lake County in northern Minnesota. This piece of road still burps in low spots old corduroy logs. I would not like to be...

For a mid December Saturday the county roads will be not be plowed until way past noon.  We're going to have a white Christmas. I call my neighbor Bill and see if he wants to do some snowshoeing back to my shack and see if we can shoot some rabbits...

I was invited to a friend’s home in west central Minnesota. So driving from
northeastern Minnesota out away from the northern boreal forest for fishing was a bit of rod shock...

Salmon are moving in the water. Directly in front of me, with fins fanning. Fish now, suddenly still, the water shows motion again and not the fish, like the water and fish trade energies...

I had, up until the last ten days a stiffly starched attitude on becoming a nudist. With the recent humidity my mental position has wilted considerably. My clothes feel like beach towels. I have had about as much energy as a wet sloth. So from a guy that goes from neutral to ninety, this has been a sopping change...

I was seated in a Small quiet café with a thick heavy woolen socks Scandinavian flavor. This is a very small town. It’s so close to the Canadian border they have an exchange rate for your coffee cup, and it’s a good one...