by A Bunker | Jul 15, 2013 | HOME ANGLING
A Warship would fire its cannons harmlessly out to sea, until all ammunition was spent, to show that it was disarmed, signifying the lack of hostile intent. This naval custom quite adapted, “A Fifty Gar Salute,” chronicles the beginning to end of...
by A Bunker | Jun 30, 2013 | HOME ANGLING
Never met my mother’s father, the man who passed on his bum chin. In fact, other than a faded picture in memory and some sentimental genetics, sitting here today I can’t even think what his name is. A soldier in WWII he left this earth 20 plus years before...
by A Bunker | Jun 30, 2013 | TRAVEL
The fire on, a warm scotch, and the kids playing upstairs, it’s while alone in the basement on some snowy winter night when trips like this one begin… . Nipigon’s rocky shorelines have been calling me back since first traveling there some short years...
by A Bunker | Apr 10, 2013 | HOME ANGLING
There was this faint little quiff of spring air that passed through the Valley ohhh… sometime between ice lakers 70 to 74, and with that came the premature storage of my alder branches and wife’s old earrings. Pretty well finished up with the trout harvest...
by A Bunker | Mar 25, 2013 | ICE FISHING
Hey groovy people… I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours. If you want, we can take a magic carpet ride together, free of groady brown acid that burns our minds out and keeps us brothers down. We’ll go natural and naked on a path far out...
