With the arrival of June, we have also hit prime camping season so we're going to talk about tents and rain. Trust that I have been officially designated as an Expert on this topic because I have repeatedly demonstrated the ability to break even a Level Four drought by simply looking at a picture of a tent.
Eric Wivczar recently joined the Applied Sciences & Information Systems’ (ASciS) team to support the iSportsman service and other company projects as a system support specialist. Eric will be helping to improve network performance and security, monitoring Azure resources and creating logical and physical network maps. As his understanding of company operations expands, the scope of his responsibilities is anticipated to increase as well.
If I could only catch one more fish in my life, I’d want it to be a smallmouth bass. Pound for pound, smallmouth fight harder than any other fish I’ve ever tangled with, and they live in some of the prettiest waters to explore
The first time I hunted in central Massachusetts, I was shocked at the proximity of houses interwoven in the woodlots we were hunting. One minute I was walking down a logging path that seemed to be as remote as anything you’d find in the Adirondacks, the next I was treading by a dude mowing his lawn with his kid swinging a few feet away. Mind you this was simply traveling into the spot where I was actually going to hunt, I wasn’t eyeballing the guy’s yard from my stand, but it still served as a bold reminder that not too far through the woods, there were folks in their homes and yards who may or may not get hunting. Safety, and respect for other’s concerns, are paramount in such an environment.
These eight anglers smashed state, world and personal best records this spring—with the the photo evidence to boot. Check out these impressively large catches they reeled in!
Since last week’s column, I've fished for redear sunfish five times. Readers are wanting to know what local lake I’m fishing while others have guessed it. Lots of folks are fishing this lake and the easy pickings are all but gone. Since my last column, I have learned a lot more, however, my new knowledge has evoked more questions.
Earlier this spring, listening to sleet blow against the windows, I absentmindedly doom-scrolled Instagram. But my hit of melancholy was unexpectedly delayed.
I paused on a post showing a wild turkey, a tom in full strut, with a quote by writer Tom Kelly running across the top of the image.
As the words sank in, the familiar, distorted lens of social media cleared:
Turkey hunting is not a game that needs a score or a score keeper and does not require the production of a dead turkey to qualify as a success. Done properly and unscored, it is about as even as anything can be when one of the participants has a loaded shotgun and the other has not.
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Last week I wrote about the amazing sense of smell and taste catfish possess. Salmon swimming the open ocean follow the subtle scent trail of the river in which they were born to home in on the exact location of their birth when they mature and make their own spawning run. Catfish possess a sense of smell as much as 100 times greater than salmon.
For stream fisherman in this part of the country, it would seem that smallmouth bass are the only reason for existence. This writer is often guilty of such angling narrow-mindedness. However, while the bronzeback is the undisputed king of the creek, the black and green prince is hiding among the rocks and roots, ready to offer good fishing even when the smallies are sulking.
