One of the joys of spending time in the great outdoors is to observe wildlife, especially game animals in their natural habitat. That’s why scouting for deer during the pre-season generates so much excitement. That’s why stand hunting can be … Continue reading
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Country Boy Sam we called him, and he grew up in a run-down old insulbrick home on three rocky acres of worthless ground out on Hickory Lane with his two scraggly younger brothers, three crazy older sisters, a mother who … Continue reading
It all began 30 years ago, soon after I married my second wife Patti, and she took me up to Tidioute, PA, where her father Warren Lary had established a modest camp right after World War II. I caught a … Continue reading
First, there’s the thrill of the catch. And part of that is anticipation. Our whole lives the invitation “Hey, let’s go fishing” promises a joyful activity and the challenge of trying to outwit fish. For those of us who don’t … Continue reading
It was a chilly Sunday morning in November, eight days before the rifle deer season opener. One hour after daybreak, Donna Rai’ and I were already a halfmile into the forest, seeking the perfect location for my first-day deer-hunting stand. … Continue reading
Trailer Park Sam we called him, as young teens without empathy or sense are prone to do, although he never lived in a park per se, just in a rundown old mobile home on five worthless rocky acres with three … Continue reading
Spring has arrived, and so has trout season in southeast Pennsylvania, with the opener in the rest of the state scheduled for April 17th. In the meantime, we have special regulations areas, such as Neshannock Creek down in Volant and … Continue reading
Billy and I put our canoe in just before 7 a.m. at the Kidd’s Mill covered bridge in Reynolds and paddled downstream. It was our first time on this section of river, although we had talked about the trip for … Continue reading
I visited Shenango Reservoir last Wednesday with my friend, the waterfowl artist Vince Pagliaroli. It was a cool, sunny day in early March, the kind of prespring afternoon that lures folks out of their dark winter lairs, even if it’s … Continue reading
It was 6:30 a.m. on Dec.1, and I sat quietly in the darkness on my large sandstone boulder a mile and a half deep in the forest and 800 yards up the steep snowy slope above the fire trail that … Continue reading