Author ruminates on the trusted model he carries.
Anglers reporting limits of “yellow gold” in Erie’s Western Basin.
Return to roots is cause for celebration.
Erie’s walleye numbers, something like 116 million, are at or near all-time highs, and the basin’s famous – or infamous – mayfly hatch has not yet begun in earnest.
Author rekindles memories of his youth by fishing small creeks, rivers.
Amur, tilapia ordered to help combat the scourge.
Produces a ‘what the heck’ moment for the author.
Author suggests buying one is a wise investment in wildlife.
Author pleasantly surprised by what he has found at his feeders.
Blogger has been patiently waiting for gobbler at his Sandusky County place.
Ohio would get about $28 million under bill.
Be aware of bucks, does crossing the highways, byways of Ohio.
Spend some time on the range before the season.
Get your hands dirty. Get involved.
Blogger shares on-the-water, in-the-woods bonding experience with grandkids.
Parallels to patience in hunting learned, appreciated by blogger’s grandsons.
Toledo Metroparks restored 1,000 acres of Lake Erie coastland.
Something – a biting insect for sure – had marched down my forearm and punched in a string of tiny bites. I never even noticed the minor “attack” until, overnight, a reddish-purplish blob about two inches long raised up on the skin. It was not sore, painful, or itchy, and I felt no symptoms of distress. So I watched it…
A water-logged volleyball, a capped but empty old beer bottle, a couple beer and pop caps, assorted Styrofoam, a spent shotgun shell, and “tons” of twigs, sticks, branches, dead grass, heavy limbs and logs, soybean stubble and more – it all ended up in the winter wash that was jamming my little creek this spring. Brushjams, or logjams, are the…
With opening day for turkeys coming soon, it’s high time to start staking out hunting territory for the spring.
Author clearing dead ash trees from his homestead
ODNR offers sessions for adults and youth.
Some of the big birds indeed winter in Ohio.
A waterfowler’s season is never over, even when the trusty, weatherbeaten old shotgun is cleaned and racked and the bags of decoys and other paraphernalia of the trade are stowed in the barn for winter. That is because waterfowlers, duck and goose hunters, never stop watching the sky and sniffing the air, looking, looking, looking. They are, in their own…
Quail numbers hit hard in Ohio. And when we lost those cheerful sweet calls and the sight of coveys skedaddling along brushrows, we lost something special. It would be nice to have them back. The loss has been ours, and many of us do not even realize it.
They often use parts of northern Ohio as “stopover” sites