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The tools out there are endless. It is a fisherman with a full arsenal of presentations that finds action when fishing gets tough. It is my experience that on any given day one presentation or other will produce better than...

The pain in my fingers not only hurts, its burns. But I’m going to cast one more time.   Blaze orange bobber hits the water and I close the bail. Not quite dropping the rod, but I set it down quick. I rub my hands and tuck them in my squall coat pockets. It slowly helps...

I'm walking in my own yard. The family dog is romping about taking no notice of me. I survey visually my man made kingdom. The log pile I call home centered nicely by my pond. My trapping shed sits like a little brother next to my pole shed...

We’re heading into that time of year when the majority of our outdoors thoughts turn toward fishing. The bulk of the snow geese are well beyond North Dakota. The excitement of the first couple of weekends for spring turkey are past, and those of us who applied for a bighorn sheep, moose or elk license have learned of our fate in the lottery drawing...

I wasn’t in a me, myself and I mode. But I was not expecting company either. Not one other boat on the lake. Gulls flew and I saw the occasional crow. Mrs. Mallard had her babies out for a swim. My stringer was half full, so was my growling stomach...

As we wind down from our six month winter here in Nebraska, and things begin to green up.....you hear the whispers in the air...

I check quite a few lake maps. Im looking like everyone else for the fabled less water, more fish, kinda fish lakes. Most maps have the...

Catch and release is the opposite supposedly, of stringered and dinnered? I worked just as hard to catch the one I let go...

Tire tracks in the snow say someone else has been here recently. Boot and dog tracks leading up to the cabin tell me who. I have no reason to wonder why. He and his dog came here for the same reason my dog and I are now here.

Over the years I would see a burp sized bubble come up and think to myself, boy the lake sure is gassy today. But that never made sense. No lake I know suffers from indigestion or irritable bowel syndrome. Only now do I know it’s just a big giant fish down there makin fish words. Big bubbles equaled big fish...