- Last Updated on Wednesday, 27 April 2011 00:00
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Each season has things about it that appeal to people. Some prefer one season over another for various reasons. No one season is perfect for everyone, but certainly we can find something about each season that we really like.
When I was young I really was not that fond of spring. I disliked the teasing weather changes. Summer and fall were more to my liking. However, as I grew older and became less fond of winter, I also saw spring from a different perspective. Even though the weather can be a tease with one day in the 80s and the next in the 50s, I will take the warm days even as few as they are as a sign of good weather to come.
One of the neatest and most promising things about spring, in my opinion, is the new life that comes with
- Last Updated on Wednesday, 20 April 2011 00:00
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Last weekend I made a quick trip to Fredericksburg to check out the shad and herring run. I made a stop at Old Mill Park and wandered down to the river for a firsthand report for you. While there I was able to observe a Marine and his daughter on the opposite shoreline fishing. The weather was cool and even a bit dreary. However, all that was forgotten when the man’s rod doubled over and he ran across the gravel bar to grab the rod and set the hook. A few minutes later I was impressed to see a big catfish approximately 2
- Last Updated on Wednesday, 16 March 2011 00:00
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It is hard to believe that March is already upon us and fishing is already picking up. In fact, I have heard of white perch in the Rappahannock, “40-inch plus” stripers in the Potomac and the bass and crappie have roe or eggs already and are fattening up before they disperse those eggs in nests. Now is the time when fishing can be unpredictable and challenging, but rewarding too.
Ponds are a favorite destination for me in the spring. The waters of most ponds, except those with cold springs
- Last Updated on Wednesday, 02 March 2011 00:00
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Each spring I eagerly await the stats on the previous hunting season. I enjoy seeing the numbers and extrapolating the story they tell. This year was of particular interest because of several variables that impacted the behavior and harvest of big game. When the figures were released just before the weekend, I had several theories on what the data would show.
Throughout the season, reports about the hunting season were very odd. Some hunters in other areas of the state claimed they had observed
- Last Updated on Tuesday, 22 February 2011 21:14
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Late winter river fishing can be tough. In fact, it can be very frustrating because with a nice warm spell like we just experienced and sunshine, anglers venture out and expect to catch fish in their usual haunts from the fall fishing trips. Often this never accomplishes much more than chilly fingers, a dead boat battery and unused bait unless the fishing is approached differently.
Like everyone else, all it takes for me to get the fishing bug is a few warm days and I start eyeing my fishing rods with serious interest. Over the years I have learned a few things from experience and from others that make my time on the water more efficient and successful in terms of putting slabs of fish in the cooler or live well.
- Last Updated on Wednesday, 02 February 2011 00:00
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My daughters and I had been invited by a good friend to go on a rabbit hunt with him and his daughter. A few adults joined us to help supervise the youngsters while hunting. When I exited the truck and began rustling through my gear to get it together, the girls began chatting excitedly. The men were already discussing how they were going to run the dogs and then it happened.
The tailgate dropped and the dog box was opened. All talking suddenly ceased and a mass of brown and black, with a bit of white thrown in, began oozing out of the box and many sets of little feet hit the ground. Snorts, snuffles and sniffing began earnestly in mere seconds. Not one minute later, the first bay of the morning sounded off. I had barely managed to load the youth scatterguns that my daughters were going to use.