Late Ice WhitesUsually when I wake up in the morning and begin gathering my ice fishing gear, I try not to set my expectations too high, but today was...
The Story of my First Deer“ Jacob, your Dad is here to pick you up,” said Tom, who had answered the classroom phone. I felt a wave of joy run through my body as I...
Four Seasons on Lake Champlain (Poem)Spring welcomes the waves. As bass and pike move into the shallows to spawn, A lone goose has been honking since the early dawn. The...