Misadventures of Mollygrubs Messer Part 2

Misadventures of Mollygrubs Messer Part 2

DISASTER AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET — PART 1 In due time Mollygrubs Messer recovered physically from his rude and painful introduction to the miseries of poison ivy while on a Boy Scout outing, but mental torment remained in the form of regular taunting from...
Frozen Terror

Frozen Terror

  The date was Tuesday, January 22,1929. There was nothing to hint that the day would be any different from the many others Sweet had spent fishing through the ice for lake trout, there on the submerged reefs off Crane Island. Tramping across the rock-strewn,...
Spruce Creek and the Future

Spruce Creek and the Future

Spruce Creek’s greatest claim to fame may well lie in what it gives to angling families in the future. No wider than the asphalt two-lane that traced it, the little stream wasn’t too impressive at first glance. The roar of traffic along a busy Pennsylvania...
Play Day

Play Day

Scene: A summer morning, Florida Keys, late July — but the events outlined here could have transpired in August, even September, just as well. We load the cooler with gallons of Gatorade, water and ice, with the reasonable expectation that it will feel downright...
Dog Overboard!

Dog Overboard!

Life is so full of perils when you are on — or out of — a boat. As I have noted before, this summer has been one of many trips down rivers in fishing drift boats. While river cruising is fun, it has dangers like rocks and limbs protruding from the shoreline. Also the...
Gloss and Glory

Gloss and Glory

In the 60s it was hip to be bass, and anglers everywhere welcomed a whole new breed of American hero. By 1965, the bassing revolution was at full throttle and re-born bass fishing was rapidly becoming galaxial. It was hip to be bass. Popularity encouraged fraternity...
Caribbean Silvers in Another World

Caribbean Silvers in Another World

From one world to another in a couple of blinks. The first boat heads out. Native fishermen crowd the beach and watch to see if they make it through. We idle upriver, then circle to wait our turn. Ahead is a quarter mile of choppy, mocha-stained water. Five-foot waves...
Sweltering Summer Days

Sweltering Summer Days

I must say, I frequently take a dip into the water to cool off. Those splashes are what summer is all about. This summer is going great, in case you wondering how I am. I have been on several new rivers, and have made some drift boat trips on well-known Blue Ribbon...
A Cat and His Hats

A Cat and His Hats

Other hats await, too. Hats I will someday own. I don’t read the girly magazines any longer, but I’m still dog-earing and sweating up the catalogs. The boys blew ashore just a little after four. They had started out in the wee hours aboard the Marsh Hen, a...
Mr Tutt is No Gentleman

Mr Tutt is No Gentleman

“A gentleman!” repeated Quelch sarcastically. “Will you kindly inform me in what respect a person calling himself a gentleman differs from anyone else?” Mr. Ephraim Tutt had just come out of the clubhouse and was standing, rod in hand, on the...