Drifting The Prairie Ocean Outdoor Journal

It's been over seven years since I lost my good friend and trout scout Smokey .  All this time I have resisted the idea of taking anothe...

An Arctic front was scheduled to hit this part of the prairie ocean at nine o'clock this morning.  This frigid train was being pushed by...

That dang Charlie.  Charlie gets me all excited with his scouting reports and then I get myself into predicaments like today. Last night, ...

I guess after today, December 1st, 2012 will forever be etched in my memory.  After catching my first ever carp by fly in the month of Decem...

They say the heroine addict continues to use in  flawed and failing attempts to duplicate that magical moment in the addicts life when he or...

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 ...