Dad and I didn't set up camp in our usual spot. For as long as I can remember, we’ve chosen primitive, state forest lands rather than campgrounds. It’s quieter, and there’s more of a sense that you’re truly getting away from everything for a while. But this year the...
I climbed the wobbly ladder and slid onto the soft, rubber roof of the camper. I've never been afraid of heights, but my perspective was immediately challenged by the enormity of what I could and couldn't see. The blackness of the dark seemed different than what I had...
My Dad and I have often visited a campsite in the same remote spot atop a state forest mountain for almost fifteen years now. The spring trip is a four or five day event focused on fishing for wild brown trout in the limestone waters at the bottom of the mountain, and...
The fishing brings us together. If our annual spring trip to the mountain wasn't planned, what chance is there that my dad, my uncle, my two sons and I would all end up in the woods together for four days? None. These trips provide us the reason to make time for one...
My Dad got a new camper and he set up two fall trips, this being the first one. Â So, my uncle joined him for the whole trip and I joined them on Monday and Tuesday. We fished the first upper island on Monday and the fishing was ok. I played guide a little bit and...