May 27, 2016

Elyria
Sunny
82°F
 

Meet the Dunkle

It’s a good year for the ice fisherman, that’s for sure. Not for the faint of heart or thin of insulation, but these anglers of the “hard water” are often rewarded by catches of big fish that feed like lions when there’s nothing coming from the surface that doesn’t have a hook in it. And Read More…

Life on Ice

Remember when it didn’t used to get so darned cold and your mom would worry about how thick the ice was that you were perilously playing pond hockey (or whatever that was) on? There was this rule that the temperature had to be below freezing for three consecutive days for it to be safe for Read More…

A Beautiful problem.

Who was it that sang that song about the swans that live in the park? Anyway, we need to talk about swans today. You see, there’s a problem with swans, a big one, specifically with the Mute Swans. First let’s talk about Trumpeter Swans, with their black, pointed bills and c-shaped necks. They’ve been around Read More…

The Barn Owl

I’m at the edge of a field in Wayne County, trying to get warm in the van for a few minutes, a chicken salad sandwich in my lap, hot coffee on the dashboard and binoculars hanging around my neck catching the occasional errant bread crumb on the lens. I don’t think of myself as a Read More…

The Spirit of the Pheasant

Winter has a lot of cold days. It’s one of my new hobbies to identify and embrace the coldest day of the year, and this was it; minus ten according to my car thermometer that morning. Still, they promised it would warm a little, not too much wind and plenty of sun by mid-day, so Read More…

Life’s a ditch

After a few days in Hawaii, I was going to burst. We landed on a lava rock runway and were whisked off to one of those “resort hotels” where everything gets brought to you and you’re kept away from nature except to admire the surf and sunsets from inside an air conditioned conference room, before Read More…

A day afield.

Twenty degrees isn’t all that cold for we happy few from the North Coast. We go out in it all the time, do the things we have to get done, and a cup of hot cocoa later we are back in the warm confines of our Sheetrock caves, looking through the windows thinking, “I’d hate Read More…

Bean Rifle

For years I’ve envied my friends in the deep South, not only for their eight-deer-a-season limits, but for the fact that they can harvest deer with “bean rifles”. Now before you get visions of some space-age super weapon that shoots lima beans at hyper velocity (too late?) let me explain. “Bean” doesn’t refer to WHAT Read More…

Scavengers

It was many years ago that I harvested my first deer. I found myself standing all alone, deep in the Wayne National Forest of Southeast Ohio, generally knowing what I had to do, but wishing I had somebody else there just to lend a few pointers. It was just me, the wind and this dead Read More…

Venison Chili Cook-off

When I started this job there wasn’t a whole lot to it; I did what I normally do as an outdoorsman, and I write about it. It wasn’t long before I was being asked to do public appearances and speak before groups, and I gladly accepted these opportunities to get the Outdoors Page some publicity Read More…