October 2, 2014

Mostly sunny

Year of the Walleye

Year of the Walleye

  There’s a light chop on the Lake this afternoon but it’s nothing we can’t handle. I’m trying to look cool while drinking a diet Coke although I’m struggling a little to get the can to hit my mouth. The Captain cuts the engine and we heave forward for a second and then it smooths Read More…

Frog Gigging

In the boat, a sense of “being there”.

As the evening’s campfire dies down to embers and coals, the boys are putting their gear together and pulling a twelve foot johnboat out of the truck-bed. Carefully, quietly as possible, we each step into the boat and take a seat, each man having his own job; oarsman, spotter, gigger, and bagman. A few minutes Read More…

Sunny Brook Trout Club

Doug Lamb has the casual air of a man without a worry in the world. It’s not what you’d expect from a guy who confesses he hasn’t had a day off in months, works 60 plus hours a week and is sixteen months out from being told he’d likely never walk again after having been Read More…



I had the chance to spend many Saturdays with my paternal grandfather while I was growing up. Born in the mountains of Tennessee at the tail end of the 1800’s, a hero of the U.S. Marines in World War One, this man looked at marksmanship not as a hobby but as a life skill, absolutely Read More…

LoCo Inland Fishing

Traditionally the term “Farm Pond” means a little fishing hole where the farmer spent his leisure hours drowning worms beneath a bobber. Recently I heard somebody use the term in a different way, and I’m inclined to agree. This new definition uses the word the same way Major League Baseball uses the term, as in Read More…

Return to the Lake

2 Put Your Hands Like this copy

I’m standing on the ramp at Dempsey’s landing watching the sun rise over Sandusky Bay. There’s a chilling wind, but when isn’t there at this time of year? Looking past Johnson’s Island, I think what spring must have been like for those Confederate P.O.W.s kept there. Winter on Lake Erie can be blue hell, especially if you’re from Mississippi and have never seen Read More…

Findley State Park

No fancy set-ups are necessary for fishing fun here. A pole, a hook, a bobber and a worm will get you in the game. Boats may be rented at the concession stand, or you can fish right from the shore.

The events of the past week sparked a memory in my mind. I recall coming home from Oklahoma in 1999, the tornado that had touched down in Moore fresh in my mind. The sights of misery and destruction, the close calls and the too close calls all muddied up my mind, so many changes in Read More…

Bird Watching Sandy Ridge

Wood ducks, although uncommon in other local ponds and parks, are among the
confirmed nesters at Sandy Ridge Reservation and may be seen there often.

  I have an old notebook of my grandfather’s, the fruit farmer. It contains some ramblings about the neighbors, a lot of details about different varieties of apples and how they did from season to season, but in the margins and on the odd page, he writes about birds and wildlife he saw in the Read More…

Don Miller Memorial Fishing Party

Measuring Bluegill

As a kid growing up in Elyria, I read Don Miller’s “Afloat and Afield” column with relish. His words in the pages of the Chronicle Telegram spread out on my living room floor took me into another world, way beyond what little nature I knew in the woods behind Spring Valley Elementary. When Dad took Read More…

Oh say can you see…Canada?


    As school kids, teachers told us that it’s impossible to see beyond two miles because of the curvature of the earth. Dutifully, we believed it. But then we find there are exceptions, like when you’re higher off the ground, in a building or on an airplane. And of course it’s easier to see Read More…