PICKIN’ ON PICKERELS.

PICKIN’ ON PICKERELS.

“There will be days when the fishing is better than one’s most optimistic forecast, others when it is far worse. Either is a gain over just staying home.” R.H.B. … and so with that constantly in mind, the past week and a half was busy with...
INDIAN SUMMER DAYS…

INDIAN SUMMER DAYS…

So… Officially it’s Autumn at home here in the valley… and been doing some fishin’. . Day 1. Mantis Gold. . . Day 2. Mikey’s Mesmor”eyesin” Craw-Eyes . . Day 3. Dirty Fallies. . . Day 4. Fish Plan Eh!!! . . . . . Day 5. Autumn Miss-Fires....
SUMMER’S SHOW & TELL.

SUMMER’S SHOW & TELL.

It was Kindygarten class. I got to sit at table four by the window and nearest the playhouse. There was me, Rachel, Chuckles and Christine. Christine was the weird one and I don’t think she made it to grade 1. Lots of glue chew and crayons went in that girl....
SUNNY NORTHERN SPECKLES.

SUNNY NORTHERN SPECKLES.

Zero to a thousand miles an hour. Brakes. Idle two seconds for a breath then back to a thousand miles again. That’s been this summer season when taking into account Pym, Plummers, the new full-time work shit, the kiddies out of school, friend and family...
AWARDED THE ARCTIC.

AWARDED THE ARCTIC.

A Big Jim had said to me back in the spring of 2008, “Bunk, the Tree is magical, there hasn’t been a week go by since leaving there that I haven’t thought of that place.” And so… Bren and I were warned yet we went that summer anyways....