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.

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. Like...