DAWDLE, DAWDLE . . . HURRY
Pike are hell on flies.
Razor sharp teeth and aggressive strikes, leave a fly box full of torn and shredded bits of feather and fur.
At the end of every season, inventory is
The Cold Shoulder
Flush a bird in the winter and this is the look you’ll get.
A mixture of anger and annoyance, contempt and confusion. She thought you were partners. She thought that you and her
Break Trail
Its dark and cold and there’s a lethargy that swallows all good intentions, call it Seasonal Affective Disorder or the Post-Bird Season Blues.
The solution is simple.
Step
It’s As Far Away Now As It’ll Ever Be
Just a few weeks ago the skies were blue, the clover green and the birds were still moving in the afternoon sun.
But then the daylight dwindles, the thermometer plummets, the
The Unorthodox
No will ever mistake me for a sharpshooting shotgun wizard but I’m not afraid of a hike and I know when to pull the trigger.
She won’t win any field trials but she works fairly
Stay
Two weeks into winter and I’ll already be thinking about spring. The snow melting. Long days of sunlight. Hungry pike feeding in the shallows.
Springtime will find me standing in
That’s That Then
It’s a long way to haul a boat just to find it all solid.
Close to a foot at the launches but you don’t know if you don’t go.
A quick look. A return home.
A rather anti-climatic
Stranger In A Strange Land
On that particular day, we hunted the home quarter. More of an appeasement walk for a pent-up dog than anything else, but the gun and the game bag came along, in the off chance
The Remedy
The dog and I went to the valley as the usual haunts weren’t producing.
Sure, we were flushing plenty of birds but connecting with any of them had thus far proved an elusive
Gone, Going
For the third year in a row, there will be no Sharp-tailed season around here.
Zero bag limit.
The leks have been dwindling for some time now. There are numerous factors to