Ted Williams: The Greatest Hitter (and Fisherman) There Ever Was
They called him The Kid. The Splendid Splinter. Teddy Ballgame. And by his own admission all he wanted in life was to walk down the street and have people say, “There goes Ted Williams, the greatest hitter there ever was.” Arguably the best player the game has ever...
Failure To Launch
What on earth? I could swear I had the wheel perfectly straight. My face burned as I pulled forward again. Another restart. Another apologetic wave.
Portlandia Falls: How Oregon Collected 120,000 Signatures for the Right to Arrest Fishermen
The proposed PEACE Act may be the most unmistakably Portland development in modern American politics: a ballot initiative so detached from practical reality that it sounds less like legislation and more like the product of a group hallucination that occurred during an...
The Call of the Surf
There are fish in the surf that will take the angler half off his feet with the violence of their attack and cause him to shout aloud in the excitement of the combat. Game and fish are fast disappearing as our remoter sections become settled, as lakes and bayous are...
Texoma Stripers!
“We’re almost over the top of them . . . start dropping ‘em. When they hit bottom, crank up three rounds.” Chris Carey instructed Luke Clayton, Jeff Rice and me. Turning toward me specifically, Chris said with a chuckle, “Larry start stripping!” Smiling wryly, I said:...
“Caring Karen” Messer Goes Bream Fishing
As those who have read previous episodes of the ongoing misadventures of Mollygrubs Messer will recall, his nosy, busybody, and termagant-in-training mother, who in rather grandiose fashion styled herself “Caring Karen,” was, to use a description common in the...
Fishing for Night Crawlers: A Mollygrubs Messer Angling Adventure
In some senses you have to feel sorry for the seemingly endless mélange of misery which Mollygrubs Messer somehow managed to become involved. A prime example involved an out-of-state trout fishing trip with a buddy and a couple of adult companion. The plan was for the...
Fishing Up Emmaus Way
To this day I’m still not certain where he came from, and for the briefest moment he startled me. It doesn’t much matter where I have been or where I am going; I still can’t quite decide which is the better part of a fly fishing day, the Going In or the Coming Out. It...