It happened. I’m not proud of it. But I can’t deny it. Don’t judge me, OK?
Though a foot of ice held me suspended over 30 feet of water, it felt just like winter camping on snow. I snuggled into my toasty bag and fell asleep quickly. Not long afterward, the parade started.
It’s a far cry from sitting on a bucket, in the frozen middle of a windswept pond, waiting for a flag to pop up on your trap. It’s kind of luxurious. It’s warm and fun. It’s hardly like ice fishing at all. I’m talking about winter smelt fishing at one of the half-dozen establishments that […]
I think we’d been talking about it for years and Saturday seemed like as good a day as any to do it. We woke up in our tents after a night of rain and snow, but it wasn’t very cold. Thermos brought a trophy he scabbed together. It was made from old motorcycle parts and […]
I got out of the truck in the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot in Poland and the wind stung my cheek. It had risen to a steady blow after the sun sank behind the western hills. I spun around and saw the white truck I’d come to meet. I walked over and the man behind the wheel got out. […]
I’d made up my mind. The next person who walked through the door, brushing sleet off their shoulders, motioning to my motorcycle parked outside and asking, “How’s the riding?” was going to get my small paper cup full of coffee in the face. I’m not normally a hostile person. I’ve waited out the rain in […]
On Friday night I wore two pairs of long johns, Red Sox-themed fleece pants with a long-sleeved, insulated undershirt, a flannel shirt, a hoodie and a one-piece, insulated Dickies jumpsuit. A wool hat, two pairs of socks and gloves completed the look. Then I wriggled into a 20 degree down mummy bag and then squeezed […]
The roads leading west into New Hampshire were slick last Friday morning. The leading edge of the snowstorm the TV weather folks were calling the impending “Snowpocalypse” or “Deathstorm ’13” in their typically understated fashion, was already dumping snow on me. I was astride my Russian-made Ural sidecar rig headed from Portland to Fryeburg. It […]