Cold Cold Hands

“Grandpa, my hands are cold and I can’t find my gloves” said a small whimpering six year old voice behind me. I laid down my ice fishing auger and turned to see two little bare red hands extended out to me in the freezing temperatures. No gloves, 100 yards away from the semi-warm fish house,Continue reading “Cold Cold Hands”

A Family Tastes the Wilderness, and it’s Good

My oldest grand daughter is going into her senior high school year so she had the privilege of choosing the family vacation. She chose to go to the BWCA wilderness with grandpa as guide. How cool is that? 5 days unplugged from technology and looking at the sky for hints of a weather forecast. 5Continue reading “A Family Tastes the Wilderness, and it’s Good”

Adventure and Fear: The Hunt and Haunt

Confessions of an adrenaline junkie I have this….um; weakness, bent, brash drive and pure happenstance existence to dive into the unknown. At least it’s unknown to me and usually those (un)lucky enough to be along. Consider these true and unembellished snippets. A teenager and I rescued a drowning man about to hit a cascading rapids afterContinue reading “Adventure and Fear: The Hunt and Haunt”

Fishing is always good

Sometimes the catching is good as well.  I am happy to represent truth in this statement. I have a natural bent for life on the water and in the woods. The more remote the better. Maybe parts of our DNA bent are like-minded you and I. Maybe not! Maybe you think my DNA is aContinue reading “Fishing is always good”

My Wilderness Stories Mostly True (1)

Before I tell the first tale I have a (dis) claimer. Strange, wonderful and mystery describes best my 60+ trips into canoe county wilderness. My first trip led by an extreme risk-taker wild man launched me into my own adventures creating hundreds of stories. The hazards of time and memory make them “mostly true”. Some areContinue reading “My Wilderness Stories Mostly True (1)”

Slowfoot…More BWCA Thoughts

We get alone in the wilderness.  Words, pictures, memories and a couple of scars are imbedded in us. We are subtly changed. We find out who we really are and discuss who we are becoming. An early misty morning view brings out new yearnings inside us. One gets the feeling that the amount of beautyContinue reading “Slowfoot…More BWCA Thoughts”

Time windows

For five days a bunch of us flailed the northern Minnesota waters for Walleye, Northern Pike, Bass, Crappie, and whatever might bite. We caught fish, had fish fries, and told stories. Some mornings the frost was heavy on the boats and frozen to the touch in the below freezing weather. I would have to sayContinue reading “Time windows”

When Morning Comes

In this place the rhythms of nature seed a longing for the wild into senses of my life virtually undiscovered. The rapids storming into the lake a mile away, dozens of various song-birds and throaty frogs line the shores with an orchestrated sound menagerie. Two bald eagles chirping nearby at their nest and a distantContinue reading “When Morning Comes”

Wild Outdoor Adventures and Serious Fun

Nine of us embarked on a Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness Trip a few days ago. Nine of us (thankfully) came back out a few days later. High winds, swamped canoes, physical ability questions and extremely rugged territory redefined our plans. It’s one thing to look at a map and plan your adventure; quite anotherContinue reading “Wild Outdoor Adventures and Serious Fun”

Fishing: with Adventure Possibilities

I love fishing. I love adventure. I love being out in a wilderness setting with a rod, gun, and a camera. I absolutely enjoy the rush of insight gained about, God;  who created all of it and knowing He hears when I whisper in awe of the moment, “Thank you Jesus, Thank you. What anContinue reading “Fishing: with Adventure Possibilities”