Winter. It might not be over but it hardly feels like it ever began. Maybe I should watch what I say. As Minnesota-native, Bob Dylan, once sang in Idiot Wind, “change in the weather is known to be extreme.” The sun had yet to rise. Across the dark expanse of lake, I could see the … Continue reading The Winter That Wasn’t
Fishing
This Old Can
This old can is dented and pocked with holes, one side missing in a jagged outline like someone with a shotgun used it for target practice. I snagged the can from the bottom of Lake Nokomis while jigging for walleyes in my waders. I don’t recall if I caught any fish that evening. Probably not. … Continue reading This Old Can
Treasures of the Mississippi
Wednesday morning I went fishing in the Mississippi River below the Ford dam. I parked my car at Wabun park and tromped in my waders along Minnehaha Creek to the familiar spot. Along the way I paused to drift my wooly bugger through some promising pools but came up empty. With it being late summer, … Continue reading Treasures of the Mississippi
Crow City 