fishing

Katmai Scratch Fever

Katmai Scratch Fever

I’m not a big sightseeing guy. Take me to one of the many wonders of the world, and I’ll give it the Full Griswold, taking it in briefly, nodding my head and moving on. It’s not that I don’t appreciate them – indeed, I do – but I’m an impatient tourist.

I See Dead People

I See Dead People

When Lake El Salto was impounded in the 1980s, they had to relocate multiple villages to higher ground to get them out of the way of the water. While villagers could build a new house nearby, it wasn’t always reasonable or possible to move all of their belongings and structures. Thus, depending on what time of year you fish there, you might find yourself dragging a Carolina Rig across a house foundation or flipping a jig at an old schoolhouse (pretty sure I once caught a five-pounder off a rarely-used wall-mounted pencil sharpener).

The First Taste is Free

The First Taste is Free

I went to the boat show on Saturday and other than the nine bucks I spent to get in I didn’t drop a dime. That’s a shame because I had an itchy credit card and was hoping to see something new and exciting that I just had to add to my overflowing tackle collection. Alas, it was not to be.

The Next Generation

The Next Generation

I’ve known my friend Chad Hallett since 2000 or 2001 and I’ve known his 14 year old son Fisher since before he was born. He’s a little ginger like my wife (although he outgrew her 2-3 years ago), so I’ve always looked on him with a bit of suspicion, but I like his parents so I figured he’d eventually get straightened out.