Column: Otter squatter

An otter took up residence in my boat. I am assuming it was an otter because of the shell fragments in the runny excretions left in the forward stowage of my 21-foot North River soft top Seahawk. I’d like to skin the otter for weaseling its way in there, but I guess I can’t really…

Column: The Modern Walter Mitty

Dreams of the modern Walter Mitty are not known only to himself. He scrolls through Instagram for ideas, and when it’s time, fabricates a protagonist to be not only shared, but validated by anyone who cares to give it a Like. It’s the life he wishes he lived. At some point, that’s the overwhelming majority…

Column: Ticket to paradise

Sheep. Goat. Caribou. Bison.Not necessarily in that order. In fact, I really don’t know what I would choose if I drew hunting permits for them all, but I’m not going to draw any of them, so I won’t have to worry.   As a side note, hunters get trapped into thinking they have to justify what…

Column: On to Plan J

Thanks to circumstances outside of my control, I wasn’t able to hunt the spot that fueled my off-season rut dreams. I took one buck there last year, but it was the other two that had me itching. The buck that never cleared the brush while I was at full draw. The buck that raked a…

Column: Earning the local title

My buddy texted at 4 a.m. saying the hunt was a no-go. He’d been up all night and was worried he was getting run down. One of the worst things you can do as a teacher is fall behind on your health early in the school year, even when there isn’t a Pandemic. Anyway, I…

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…