While out Fishing the Other Day
While I was out fishing a semi urban stretch of the Fox River at the end of January, I was joined by a couple of red tailed hawks and a…
While I was out fishing a semi urban stretch of the Fox River at the end of January, I was joined by a couple of red tailed hawks and a…
Okay, fine, I will. The conversation was being had in my head and the bet was to myself. Nuts and a bad bet pretty much sums it up, but I…
Dear Mr. Bowman, I have been following your writing on the outdoors for a bit over a decade. The Chicago Sun Times should consider themselves lucky to have an outdoor…
Monday morning I had a few errands to run and one of them included sitting. The parking lot that overlooks the Yorkville dam was empty. Snowplows had yet to make…
There was that itch again. That itch that insists to be scratched. It doesn't matter that in the back of your head the admonition of your mother echoes loudly. "Quit…