In the summer a lot of us males of the species love to fish. How many of you fly fish? Come on, raise your hands. I inherited my father-in-law’s fly rod when he passed away in 2013. But let me tell you about trying to learn to fly fish a few years prior to that.
Camp where you like, but leave my stones alone. Climb with gentle footsteps and hang on lest you fall.
We need rain! It’s been an unusually dry summer throughout Aroostook County. Tough conditions for regional farmers, home gardeners and even area brook and stream fishermen.
Clear blue skies are a sure sign of peak summertime. These are the days when time moves fast, and yet for a moment it stops. In the moment thoughts of peace and tranquility rise.
There are many things we may regret in life, but being prepared for emergencies is not one of them.
OK, so I have the same middle name as Donald J. Trump. It’s John. I can’t help it. It’s on my Canadian birth certificate and I can’t help that either.
It’s early in the morning on day two of our annual camping trip and I’m the first awake.
As a kid visiting my grandmother in Carmel, I once told her my stomach was upset.
The Church of Latter-Day Saints has announced that huge changes are about to happen with their genealogical microfilm collections and the way they can be viewed by researchers.
This past Sunday a lady in my church and I were talking about the upcoming potato harvest. Now, I have always been a rugged guy even when I was a lot younger. My trouble was my hands weren’t fast at all. Some people would pick potatoes with such speed it seemed their hands were a blur. Alongside some of those people, it would be like comparing a Volkswagen Beetle to a Lincoln Navigator. So, with that said, the first chance I got to work on the back of the truck, I took it like a dog would a brand new butcher’s bone.
