So, let’s talk burbot fishing. I realize some of you won’t get past that first line. That’s too bad, but I get it. Like many northerners, I grew up looking down my nose at the burbot. They were an unwelcome winter guest on more than a few lake trout or spec trips, and there
My angling friends and I sometimes joke that ice fishing would be a lot more fun if you didn’t have to do it in the winter. We generally spin this pithy comment while unloading gear in temperatures so cold it freezes your eyelashes together. Needless to say, frosty weather is a large part of ice
As I sit down to write this column, I’ve been looking back on this past year, and mulling over the things I learned. You should never stop learning. And boy oh boy, 2016 was full of lessons.
Time Waits for No One
I turned 54 this year. It feels funny to write that number down,
My deer hunting career in northwestern Ontario began in the mid-1970s. In those days, whitetail deer east of Kenora and north of Minnesota were as scarce as hen’s teeth. Brutal winters in the late 1960s and early 70s crushed a deer herd that had already been at a relatively low level. Deer hunting
Northwestern Ontario has a problem with its moose. There are fewer of them all the time, and the decline is noticeable to hunters and non-hunters alike. Not all parts of the northwest are seeing the decline. In fact, moose in some of the more northern Wildlife Management Units are hanging in there.
Growing up a young man in northwestern Ontario, fashion wasn’t something that was always on the top of my radar screen. My mother, however, had a natural sense of style and grace. She dressed well and always looked fantastic. She also made sure her oldest son was not dressed