by svsauthor | Jul 10, 2019 | philosophy, Uncategorized
July and August are the most pleasant months to fish on the Upper Mississippi. They also are the months I tend not to bring home any fish. I know that it is partly my imagination, but I don’t think the fish taste as good in the middle of the summer. The water is warm...
by svsauthor | Jul 6, 2019 | Uncategorized
My Uncle Bill used to be long-haul truck driver. In every American city I’ve ever lived – San Francisco, Boston, Minneapolis, Ames, Iowa, it didn’t matter where – I got phone calls from Bill when he was on the road. “Steve, this is your Uncle Bill. I’m at...
by svsauthor | Jun 30, 2019 | philosophy, Uncategorized
As I mentioned two blogs ago, our annual group of four fishermen to Lake of the Woods had expanded to seven. As a result, we needed a third boat before we motored off for our weeklong backcountry fishing trip. Jack dropped Tom and me off at Paradise Cove, a small...
by svsauthor | Jun 23, 2019 | philosophy, Uncategorized
“Get a picture! Get a picture!” Ken yelled as he played the big fish and Clint reached out over the water to net it. I had neither a phone nor a camera, so I scrambled around the boat’s steering column looking for either Ken’s or Clint’s camera. The fish rose to the...
by svsauthor | Jun 18, 2019 | philosophy, Uncategorized
Two years ago I wrote an essay titled “Goodbye Deadbroke.” It was written as a farewell to one of the best backcountry sites I’ve ever known. Now that I think about it, it might be the only campsite anywhere that I’ve ever intentionally returned to. The site is a...
by svsauthor | Jun 7, 2019 | philosophy, Uncategorized
My previous blog was about age and stupidity. This blog is just about stupidity. With the Mississippi River so high, I haven’t been paddling at all this spring. Growing impatient, my friend Buzz and I put in at Black Deer to at least get ourselves on the water. ...
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