Drifting The Prairie Ocean Outdoor Journal

Sometimes the smallest critters pack the biggest punch.  While on the creek Thursday afternoon something bit me on the hand.  It really didn...

There were drops of hope on my windshield this morning as I made my way to the mercantile store.  A bit of servitude would be given to the s...

This morning I went in search of an answer to a question that has been heavy on my mind here of late.  With the creek struggling as much as ...

Hope Dissipates Clouds began to build out of the north this afternoon.  Were they clouds of promise?  Clouds of possibility?  Or would th...

With a crestfallen spirit this morning, I kept looking at the dry falls, and bed downstream, on upper Rock Creek. I questioned god once when...

After the coffee was saucered and blowed, and shortly before sunrise this morning, I was standing on the shore of nearby Arbuckle Lake.  Arb...

In spite of the exceptional drought the prairie ocean is experiencing, Blue River is holding up well with good flow and a rare beauty.  This...

Drought - that's the discouraging word.  Here on the prairie ocean, along with the south and southwest part of our country, we are exp...

There are two new Elk Hair Caddis patterns patiently resting in the fly box dedicated to the pursuit of carp by fly.  I say patiently restin...