All in Fishing

Daddy Take Me Fishing

The northern lights glittered over Patch Mountain as we sat in the north Yaak, tending a dying campfire. My 7-year-old daughter, Shasta, pulled the tip of her poking stick away from the embers, and said, “Daddy, take me fishing.”

Branson Area Yields Giant Crappies

On a recent trip to Branson, Missouri, I wanted to do some fishing. Crappie fishing, to be exact. My friend Bill Cooper and I had scheduled a half day fishing excursion with Capt. Josh Isaacs from Branson's Full Throttle Fishing Adventures, and he recommended that we fish Bull Shoals Lake.

Northern Lake Superior – Lake Trout Heaven!

It was a glorious day on the Great Lakes. The sun was shining and the wind was calm – and we had not seen another boat all morning. In fact, the area where we were fishing was so isolated that we only saw one other fishing boat all week. The fish were biting, too. What could be better?

A January Day on Mosquito Lagoon

The Intracoastal Waterway Runs through the north part of Mosquito Lagoon. When this channel was being dug, the diggers hit patches of limestone rock, which had to be blasted. This rock rubble was piled up with the rest of the dredge spoil, now a string of spoil islands west of the ICW channel.

On The Road Again: The Maine Pond House

Ralph moved us to the Pond House, still in Lovell, Maine. The previous cabin (the one with the squirrels) had been nice. This place was a major upgrade, though! All wood paneling and ceilings, fireplaces, comfortable leather furniture, pond views out of enormous windows, nicer than our home, certainly nicer than the van.