Late summer and early fall offer excellent topwater largemouth bass fishing. Yet some days nothing goes as planned.
Long before Truman Lake was a reality, monster catfish roamed the Osage River. The monsters now have moved into the reservoir, and many have stayed in the river.
Todd Meese is not just a beaver cop. But he’s definitely the go-to guy for a lot of private land owners and, for sure, the Courchevel neighborhood on the border of Independence and Lee’s Summit.
Steven and Matt Spydell, the father-and-son hiking duo from Independence, on Sunday reached the top of Mount Katahdin in Maine, ending their nearly five-month hike of the 2,178-mile Appalachian Trail.
While at a golf club in Santa Fe, N.M., I couldn’t help but be drawn to a magnificent painting in its plush library. It depicted folks from a couple centuries ago unloading crates and boxes from wagons in the historic town square.
There were more than 10 boats scattered over the flats that morning when I dropped the trolling motor over the stern and began fishing. We were using worms, but the fishing was slow.
Big catfish are remarkable just for surviving many years in a world where it is eat or be eaten.
As much as my early, REAL adventures into the woods and waters around my neighborhood…I was greatly taken by the movies I saw as a kid.
House lights in the Andy Williams Theater in Branson, Mo., dimmed, and the audience, filled with the faces of baby boomers and a surprising number of youth, watched eagerly as the huge curtain slowly rose revealing a band wearing dramatic costumes that would have been common attire during the Revolutionary War.
Fishing for white bass gets addictive. Just ask Rod Parker of Des Moines, Iowa.
