Drifting The Prairie Ocean Outdoor Journal

For the last twelve or so years, I have spent some part of Thanksgiving day on Blue River.  This year would prove no different.  Usually I a...

Dear Trout, I'm sorry guys, but I just couldn't stand it any longer.  It's not my fault I tell you.  It's Charlie's fa...

On Sunday, I took one of my favorite personal trails on Blue River and ventured into the downstream wilderness area.  It is here... in this ...

Saturday, the fly fishing community gathered near the banks of Blue River in celebration of the arrival of trout season.  It was food, fun, ...

Since the brown bugger was so very kind to me yesterday, I decided to keep him on this morning.  I would arrive at the river Blue thirty min...

This morning I waded the river with a friend of mine - the brown bugger.  Starting out upstream, the brown bugger soon found trout and the...

Old hunting dogs still want to hunt.  Things don't come quite so easy as they once did for old hunting dogs.  Leaping into the back of t...

Saturday, I waded the creek on a cloudy day with wind that chopped the water.  This morning I waded a muddy creek on a bright sunlit day wit...