My Good Luck Fishing Mugs

My Good Luck Fishing Mugs

Fishermen are a superstitious lot. While I don’t consider myself superstitious, I will admit to having a lucky hat and favorite fishing mugs, fly rod, etc. But I don’t get bent out of shape or blame my luck when the fish don’t bite. It’s called fishing and not catching for a reason (see blog post…

Isolated and Off-the-beaten Path: Oglala National Grasslands, NE
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Isolated and Off-the-beaten Path: Oglala National Grasslands, NE

Leaving Rapid City (see post) for a fall fishing trip in Wyoming, I purposely drove through this isolated northwestern corner of Nebraska to experience one of the largest intact grasslands in the upper midwest. Here you’ll find the expansive landscape of native Grasslands with forested streambeds and steep, worn, formations created by water and wind…

Fishing Report: Peacock Bass in Miami’s Suburban Canals

Fishing Report: Peacock Bass in Miami’s Suburban Canals

The canals in miami’s southwest suburbs provide a wide range of native and non-native fish. None is more sought after then the aggressive Amazon native, Peacock Bass. Typically I go out to the Everglades backcountry to fish for them but every now and then I hit the local canals. February is when they spawn and…

Hostile Border Crossings: Yugoslavia / Bulgaria

Hostile Border Crossings: Yugoslavia / Bulgaria

This is second post on a series of hostile border crossings (see post 1) where I was detained or otherwise questioned by armed border guards while legally crossing international borders. Bulgaria / Yugoslav Border (1984) After spending a delightful few weeks along the Dalmatian Coast in the former Yugoslavia, in late 1984, we started off…