There seems to be a heck of a lot of shows about extra-terrestrial alien species travelling to earth.
With the promise of spring and the start of a new fishing season, there is always something to look forward to
At first I thought it was a group of people out doing the Annual Christmas Bird Count who were looking for something that had been dropped
Last Jan. 1, as I looked out my window, contemplating the winter ahead, I somehow got it into my head that I wanted to try ice fishing
When I was a kid of five or six, I used to think that spruce and fir trees grew in neat tidy rows out front of Gerlovin’s hardware store
In his book, Louv suggests that today’s children are so plugged into electronic diversions that they have lost any meaningful connection
As Christmas rapidly approaches, many people are trying to find that perfect gift for the angler on their list.
And so it has begun. CBC Radio was playing Christmas carols this morning.
I cannot help but wish it was summer once again and I was sitting in a boat somewhere casting a fly line
Last week I walked into Westside Stores and was immediately confronted by the owner, Jason Bellows.
November is here already. I mean where did the #@&#!! summer go.
It would seem that prime minister-elect Justin Trudeau and his Liberal majority government are off to a good start
Now that all the election promises have been made, the votes have been cast, the people have had their say…
This summer was hot, hot, hot. While I did manage to get in a couple of pretty good days casting to some nice cutthroat trout
Pale orange hues lined the few wisps of clouds that hung in the sky above the mountains.
Last Sunday’s total lunar eclipse, more often referred to as a ‘blood moon,’ was pretty impressive.
The BC Ministry of Forests, Lands and Natural Resource Operations announced in a statement that they were initiating a “cull”
Rene Descartes once decreed “I fish, therefore I am” or something to that effect
Over the years, I have acquired a fair number of different fly patterns. Some I have come to depend on
On the evening of Aug. 14, along with countless others in North America, I stood beneath a new moon looking up at the night sky