I was fishing what we called the “Nursing Home Hole” of the Farmington River in New Boston in early spring of 1972. My father’s fishing buddy, Barbara, was with me as we worked this large, wide and deep spot in the river. I don’t recall where my Dad was…upstream? Working at Milhenders and thus not
Category: Guest posts
Walt Randall: A Time to Re-Remember, Again
A note from our guest blogger, Walt Randall: “This is a work of fiction. Any semblance between characters and real persons is purely coincidental.” “What are you going to do, Tiff?,” asked “quirky best friend” Barbie. “I don’t know. Ever since striking out on my own here in Chicago, I’ve gotten exactly ZERO interior design
Bob Christmann: Tales From the West–Interesting Encounters
Here is something to read while everyone is waiting for the rivers to come down and the real show starts. The world outdoors is a pretty fascinating place at times. I’m sure you all have had cool experiences and encounters that have been quite memorable. Here are some more of mine gleaned from my logs.
Bob Christmann: ‘Memories’
I have kept many of my trips and outings detailed in logs over the years. This has served several purposes. I can refer to them to compare what conditions were then and are like now. I can compare the good years and not so good. (Can’t say there are any really bad ones). I can
