
Kenneth Kieser: My early obsession with hunting never stopped
Late summer and early fall were times of torture for a young man stuck in school while visions of ducks, geese, quail, rabbits, squirrel and doves danced in his head.
Late summer and early fall were times of torture for a young man stuck in school while visions of ducks, geese, quail, rabbits, squirrel and doves danced in his head.
Many search out antique shops, garage sales or auctions when vintage fishing tackle is available. You can find some great deals, or you can throw your money away on junk.
Hot summer days remind me of fishing on several rivers with John Routh, an old, retired Marine.
Several years ago, a Minnesota angler joined me on a Midwestern lake that had been stocked with walleye, but few were caught.
Bits of nightcrawler splashed down a few yards from shore, dropping slowly down into the depths of a good-sized lake. My granddaughter, Ellie, and daughter Holly, both closely watched their fishing lines for any twitch or other movement that would signal a big bluegill was taking the bait.
The woods are a busy place at night. Humans are sleeping while a nightly game of survival is happening where woodlots are home to many wild creatures, even in the city.
Early summer offers perfect conditions for catching big bluegill or redear sunfish. Few fish their size fight better and a skillet of their fillets quickly disappear, especially with a generous helping of fried potatoes or a pot of beans.
Riprap, rocks and chunks of concrete stacked along shore to prevent erosion, are key bass fishing areas for a lot of reasons.
Chilling waters flowing down Bull Shoals giant chutes in Arkansas’ White River create suitable conditions for trophy trout.
The internet is filled with people becoming friends with wild creatures.