Column: Duck, duck, jalapeno popper

I have to resist the temptation sometimes to wish that I had started things earlier because that might imply that my life, to that point, may have been lacking. I didn’t really start deer hunting until I was 33 years old. I didn’t start duck hunting until last year, though I owned a shot gun for over…

Column: Over the next hill…

There’s always a fish or deer or quorum of wigeon that peck at you during the off season. If not, then it’s a lake, mountain or muskeg. This off-season was a bonus. Not only was it a flock of geese that flew too high for my 12-gauge to reach, but also that 4-point buck that…

Column: Food for thought

One of the least-discussed issues during the pandemic has been the state of our national health, and what we, as individuals can do about it. The healthier we are when confronted with the need to combat illness, the more likely we are to have positive outcomes. Plus, there’s the added bonus of feeling better when…

Column: The best month according to my truth

In a non-scientific study intended to deliver the results I desired, I discovered that August is the most desired month in Southeast Alaska. I collected a staggering amount of data that supported my hypothesis and ignored anything that might prevent me from reaching my desired conclusion. I made diligent observations in my head over a…

Column: I did it, I traveled

Everyone has a reason, but almost no one else thinks it’s good enough. At least that’s the perception that almost kept me from writing this. I did it. I traveled. I’m writing this from Laramie, Wyoming, five feet from my girlfriend who is busy completing her PhD in ecology. During weekends, we hike, camp and…

Column: I’m no expert

Ten thousand hours does not necessarily make you an expert. It just means you’ve spent a lot of time doing something. While I read a lot of outdoor writers in an attempt to improve my writing skills even after writing a column since 2008, I have given up on being an outdoor expert. In addition…

Column: Brake-fest

I’ve always known I could go over the handle bars. That’s what kept me from really opening things up when heading down hills on my mountain bike. I imagine crazy hypotheticals such as a brake breaking, a tire coming off or a list of other catastrophes that end up with me flying. I assume this…

Column: Thinking inside the box

I checked the right boxes when it came to the type of person who might not get a serious case of COVID-19 in March. Active. No preexisting conditions. 38. But I started to see just how subjective and misleading all that can be, and rather than look at other people, I looked at myself. I…

Column: Seeing things

I was twenty yards away when I let out the call. It was horribly flat and unlike any animal that has roamed earth. I doubled down and spit out a quality tone. I waited for a second then heard, “C’mon.” I turned and looked through the trees toward the road. There stood a dog, ears…

Column: Steelhead in the time of Covid-19

I was reading a book about steelhead fishing and the author mentioned using a 2-weight. Sure, if it was for those two-footers on a Lower 48 river like the Klamath, but I wondered why someone would gear down so far. Was fishing steelhead with stout gear too easy? Boring? There needed to be added adventure?…