Something for the First Time

A fella posed a question the other day that caused me pause…  He asked, “When’s the last time you did something for the first time?”  Not when’s the last time you did something again for the first time in a long time. But the last time you did something for...

Staying on Course

With fall hunting seasons quickly approaching, I thought it would be fun to visit this week about scouting and learning land that you are not familiar with. For a quarter century, I made my living first working on and later running survey field crews. I remember...

Chris Dorsey Hunting Bobwhite Quail

Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey Visits Award-Winning Rio Piedra Plantation as part of SCI’s ‘Share the Impact’ Auction Officials from Dorsey Pictures announce that this week’s episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey – the most watched outdoor TV...
Cane Pole Magic

Cane Pole Magic

A cane pole, whether used from shore or in a boat, is wielded by a simple, graceful motion in which the angler lobs the baited hook. The image is as enduring as it is appealing, something straight from a Norman Rockwell cover on an old Saturday Evening Post. A...
Candid Cameron Rides the River

Candid Cameron Rides the River

Cameron the Weimaraner warns fellow canines to stay safe from the sun this summer to avoid the dreadful sunburned snout! I believe I have written numerous time here on Sporting Classics Daily that I like fishing and going on fishing adventures. I’m not lazy but I...
An Old Man’s Memories of August

An Old Man’s Memories of August

This fisherman’s fairytale is far from folklore… A true story of giants, fairies, heroism and romance stay alive in an old man’s memories. Once upon a time long ago and far, far away, there was a boy. “Wait,” someone will shout. “That sounds like an...
A Fascination With Fly Rodding

A Fascination With Fly Rodding

From the time I was first able to tag along without completely impeding his fly fishing, Daddy let me accompany him on short after-work outings to nearby trout streams in my native Great Smokies. My father was a dedicated fly fisherman and one of those wise mentors...