Jensen: My first Vermont bear
“Could this be bear poop?” they asked, with fear in their voices. Trying to calm them, Tom explained that, no, it was the product of large raccoons.
Anglers anticipate Irene-wrought changes in rivers
The April 14 opening day of trout season approaches, but I will not be returning to my favorite trout stream.
Back from the icy brink: When pressure cracks make an ice fisherman’s heart dance
Many young men and women, it has been said, take risks that suggest fearlessness in the face of extreme danger.
Fishing the deep freeze
Smoke billows up from the plywood shanties, where venison stew and perch fillets are cooked up in big black skillets. A slate-gray sky threatens even more snow.
Life at deer camp, or why I woudn’t give up “Camp Swampy” for a night at the Ritz-Carlton
Camp is a place of bad jokes, good food, practical jokes, sometimes-rowdy behavior and, believe it or not, a firm policy of no alcohol.
The wonder of whitetails
I have hunted, observed and photographed whitetail deer for nearly 50 years. No animal in Vermont can match the pure grace, intelligence, adaptability and instincts of deer. They are survivors, in the pure sense of the word.
Sea glass summers
By the time I got back to our beach house, I had some 55 pieces of sea glass and two ceramic shards, undoubtedly my best outing ever. This, despite the fact that the great bulk of that morning was spent focused on fishing.
The lure of striped bass
Over the years, I couldn’t help but notice that, after the magic hour of 5 p.m., fishermen began to trickle down to the beach, their long surf rods in one hand and a bucket in the other.
Bass rule the waters of Vermont
The green and white Hula-Popper — a large floating plug with a plastic skirt — hit the surface of the small pond with a splash. I let the circle of a small wave drift away, counting until 10, and then jerked the rod.
Vermont debate over coyotes, a.k.a. “God’s dog,” rages on
The Eastern coyote is the modern-day version of Vermont’s Big Bad Wolf.
