Somewhere in those trees is more than a portage trail. The very path is the absence of trees. One foot fall at a time, in an incessant pounding of mine and yours, trod by our favorite foot gear creates and maintains the portal to which I will pass through. Me and my mind must hike this hall...

It hasn’t been a good icicle season so far. Matter of fact it hasn’t been good in several years. Those crystalline daggers normally show up on my downspouts snow choked over flows...

Something punched the river from under the surface, my line is snapped tight. My arms are thrown forward and I’m grabbing at the rod I already hold...

About 80 miles south of my home is a country buyer. He owns a convenience store that sells all the usual stuff. The c-store holds sway over an intersection in downtown Wisconsin. Ah, but next door, just a football field length away is a...

We are very pleased to be a part of the release of the new audio CD by Trout Whisperer. I have read his many articles, but did not realize the intensity, mystique, and quality of his storytelling until I heard him speak...

I’m encased in warmth, shrouded in darkness, and below me water shines softly translucent green. Dangling two feet below the ice decoying for all its worth is a perch colored stick bait...

Here are some of my favorite snow recipes. Guaranteed to put a smile on a child and warm the heart of any adult on a cold winter's day...

So three guys walk into the local café at 6:15 AM. and take over a booth. The first guys sez, “I had four below last night”, to which the second replies, “me too”. Now we all know the third fellow can’t say, me three, so to keep the conversation from getting freezer burned he tosses out, “anybody know what the wind chill is?”...

Holding my coffee cup, the chickadee outside my window takes my eyes across the yard in flitted flight. It lights softly in the feeder and commences hammering a sunflower seed. Two more zip in and everybody in the bird feeder is playing nicely together. Seeds for all, and room for all. So I just watch...

Somewhere in the future a baby will be born. Boy, Girl, no matter, and I have no preference. This little person will grow up and wonder, hopefully, as I have. I wonder if I like cigars, like my grandpa did. Then from my comfortable perch in heaven I will hit the “oh that’s a given” button. Since its heaven, I will also hit the” but no smoking till your old enough, switch”...