You know the folks that jog; I’m not one of them. Or one of those people who mountain bike. I’m not into impact aerobics. Pounding feet or pounding down the hill and vale will take something out of me and it must for those folks as well. We all have our own way of getting it out, hopefully to getting it back...

For me there is a direct correlation between the flames of the campfire and  my sleeping bag. They both take the chill off eventually, but not completely. As  my front or backside reflects the fire it warms either my face or my posterior. My mummy bag encases almost all of me, to the exclusion of...

Some of the best Saturday shore lunches I have eaten have started with a Tuesday. Tuesdays my butcher told me is thee day to shop at the local market. All lasts weeks old stuff has been bought and the new stuff is being put on the shelf. So On Monday I...

Somewhere in those trees is more than a portage trail. The very path is the absence of trees. One foot fall at a time, in an incessant pounding of mine and yours, trod by our favorite foot gear creates and maintains the portal to which I will pass through. Me and my mind must hike this hall...

After I leave my table top with a dream sheet of perspective lakes, I call the Minnesota DNR area fisheries office and talk to one of the fishing gurus that rule the roost. I spend as much of my fishing time in the Superior National Forest as I can...