I never understood when I was younger my Dad loved steelhead fishing so much. He used to talk about all the times him and his friends would run up to Pulaski, New York and catch all these steelhead. I used to think to myself “What is a steelhead? That sounds […]
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I cannot tell you how many times I’ve questioned my sanity on the side of a riverbank or in a seat on my boat. Those days when I’m exhausted and freezing with nothing to show for it except some cold fingers and an awful sunglasses tan. I sit there and […]
I remember as a kid there wasn’t many things I loved more than spending time with my dad. Throwing a ball, working on the sprinklers (now that I have my own kids I think he let me interrupt his progress on the sprinklers so that mom could have a few […]
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