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,
A Fishing Life Plan
The summer of 1996, I was driving out to the Fox River. I no longer recall why. I was 40 years old and had never fished a river before. I…
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…
Last Fish of the Year
Apparently my intolerance for cold is long standing. I remember hating it as a kid. December of 2001, I wrote this in a post: In my nightmares, hell has 3…
So, How did I get Here? – Rusty Ring
It starts out innocently enough. I go over to Outdoor Blogger Network, look at the list of Newest Blogs and if I see a name that sounds intriguing, I click…
A Drive Down Memory Lane
The first week of September I purposely decided to take myself out of the loop. I let my writing drop off. I decided for the rest of the year I…
Up a Creek, Again
The plan for the day was to go out to Marseilles State Fish and Wildlife Area to do some squirrel hunting. Only I had forgot that it was closed on…
Seems Like a Decent Evening to go Fishing
The assumption is that I will be off work at 5 PM. The next assumption is that people will learn to drive on highways by that time and not turn…
The Death of River Wading
Over the past few years the amount of anglers seen wading the Fox River has whittled down to almost nothing. For a two year stretch where I thought I was…