Time passes slowly in some ways when you are sitting on the banks of a stream panning for gold
There is more to crossing a stream than merely getting to the other side.
Recalling when a time when trains carried both freight and passengers across the country.
There is certainly something to be said for just spending summer days, whenever possible, in the great outdoors
It’s a lot of work to put on such an event. A lot of people are involved, especially behind the scene.
The water level in Shuswap Lake is on the rise and I’ve seen some big carp swimming around the dock with my own eyes
I was all of about 14 years old the first time I was allowed to take our 12-foot row boat out by myself.
It’s hard to believe it was just a few days ago that I was on the Fraser River, rod and reel in hand, holding on for dear life
It has been quite some time since I have purchased a new fly rod.
As I went through my fly boxes the other day, pondering the fishing season ahead, I realized just how many fish I’ve caught
As I went through my fly boxes the other day, pondering the fishing season ahead, I realized just how many fish I’ve caught
It won’t be long before the chironomid hatches will be coming off.
It’s still pretty early in the season, but there have been a few really nice, warm days and the chironomids are coming off
It would seem that writing a column for a newspaper is not at all unlike living in a glass house.
Maybe it was something in the spring air, that old urge to go fishing, or maybe because it simply was time
We’ve all seen them, walking the beach in sandals and baggy shorts, with their Tilley hats
Over the years I have owned a fair number of boats. Nothing really fancy – mostly just plain little utilitarian fishing boats
When we were kids, my father told us if we were not willing to clean the fish we caught ourselves, we had to put them back in the water
It would seem that I am not the only one who has contracted gold fever.
So there I was, sitting on a rock beside a fast-flowing mountain stream, crystal clear waters tumbling over the moss-covered rocks…