Fatherhood and venison jerkey

TRACKING DAD’S DEER

October 24, 2011

I had just walked back from my stand to the truck to meet the kids. Dressed in sweatshirts, jeans, muck boots and still sporting bed-head, they were ready to get into the woods and help track my deer. Cam: Dad! You got a buck? Jonah: Where is he? Cam: Man, I can’t wait to see [...]

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THERE’S ALWAYS TIME FOR ONE MORE

July 11, 2011

The plan was to paddle our kayaks into the West River for bass. Jason and I made the same trip last year and have fished a handful of times in the past, including our practically-epic smelt trip. The last time Dave and I had fished together though, we were 10 or 12 years old. We had [...]

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FORE

June 12, 2011

We don’t golf on no steenking golf course. We’re to busy catching bass and laughing at your drives.

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THREE DAYS & THIRTY NINE YEARS

June 2, 2011

This past Memorial Day weekend, I spent a few days camping in the Adirondacks with some new friends and fishing for native brook trout. Unfortunately, the weather forecast was not nearly as bright as our anticipation of catching a good-old-fashioned mess of of brookies on dry flies. Instead, we caught the brunt of three massive [...]

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