I was going fishing,
the fish would be there
On March 1st, the start of meteorological spring, winter decided to make an attempt to assert its presence. Something it had pretty much failed to do for the previous three…
I was going fishing,
The things in my yard, or…
...why my neighbors avoid me. For some reason my wife agreed to this. Some vague plan to use it as a planter, or something like that. With the river muskie…
Fishing on the Extra Day of This Year
The morning wake up from my wife coming home from third shift working hell started with "it's nice out there." This was enough to get me crawling out of bed…
I didn’t have a Plan B when I started
Hell, I barely even had a Plan A when I headed out. I've taken advantage of the mildest winter in 78 years by doing virtually nothing outdoors for the past…
Geese at Sunset
The last hour of daylight, everyday, massive flocks of geese fly directly over my house in and endless stream, returning to the river, squawking incessantly as they go. You can…
I should have been here a few hours ago…
At least the sun was out. I have no doubt the fishing would have still been nonexistent, but at least there would have been light. A blue sky, streaks of…
The Potential for a Train Wreck
Photo above courtesy of Larry Granat. The photo was taken soon after the recent train derailment in Yorkville. Whether or not fishermen and hunters should be wandering along railroad tracks…
Burn, Baby, Burn
In January of 2005, after 15 years of talking about it and 5 years of planning and waiting for the perfect location, the perfect location became available right on the…
The Ducks and Geese
Don’t Know How Lucky They Are
By the time 2001 rolled around I had already been exploring the Fox River in the long stretches below Oswego and Yorkville. Back then I lived in Elmhurst and would…