I’m a 6-foot-2 hunk of meat who barely fits into the passenger side of her rig unless I fold up like an accordion.
Chinook fishing looks good in the fishing hole — but watch out for those seals.
I’m already overhearing growing concerns about whether or not the usual influx of tourists to the peninsula will be dampened due to the surging tsunami of fuel costs.
I don’t know why I find taxes taxing.
“So,” he said, “there will still be dude and dudette taters?”
Well, 2021 has started off a bit shaky, especially weatherwise. Even though, at the moment, we are encapsulated in a wood frog freeze, the last… Continue reading
The new year has started out in an interesting way, mainly because many of us are still dealing with some hang-around issues from the previous 365 days.
It’s hard to recall a year of such blanket angst and quandary, yet, somehow, someway, there’s always a light shining through gloom if you look for it.
Figuring out the signs of seasonal change is easy, right?
2020 has nixed Oct. 31 as the official observance of Halloween and hijacked the mantle as its own.
Once again, the summer has rocketed by and we find ourselves on the precipice of the autumn equinox.
It was a short, strange, summer but it looks like the season for doubling the layers of my rain gear has finally arrived. Soon the… Continue reading
Varney reports on fishing
I was watching some cool looking, single engine, private jets rocketing out of the airport the other day when I realized they were a nice… Continue reading
The amount of feedback this summer has changed.
Last weekend as I was cruising the Homer Spit’s cleaning tables to see what was flopping on the cutting counters, I came across a surreal… Continue reading
I’m still receiving complaints that the smug silvers are continuing to drive some of you nuts at the Fishing Hole. Remember, they are fish and… Continue reading
While Turk and I were watching the water evaporate at The Fishing Hole early last week, a guy let fly with a rig composed of… Continue reading
I have found myself challenged by a perplexing conundrum brought to my attention by some exceptionally annoyed piscatorians haunting the fishing lagoon in search of… Continue reading
The staff at the Reeling ‘Em In headquarters has been diligently sifting through a myriad of cyber correspondence from fisherpersonage bemoaning the fact that they… Continue reading
