Last weekend as I was cruising the Homer Spit’s cleaning tables to see what was flopping on the cutting counters, I came across a surreal… Continue reading
I’m still receiving complaints that the smug silvers are continuing to drive some of you nuts at the Fishing Hole. Remember they are fish and… Continue reading
While Turk and I were watching the water evaporate at The Fishing Hole early last week, a guy let fly with a rig composed of… Continue reading
I have found myself challenged by a perplexing conundrum brought to my attention by some exceptionally annoyed piscatorians haunting the fishing lagoon in search of… Continue reading
The staff at the Reeling ‘Em In headquarters has been diligently sifting through a myriad of cyber correspondence from fisherpersonage bemoaning the fact that they… Continue reading
The weather was phenomenal over the Fourth of July weekend. Visitors, as well as locals, seemed to enjoy barbecuing themselves along with the goodies they… Continue reading
The Spit’s Fishing Hole has been sort of drag lately. In fact, things became so grim that the lagoon’s mayor, Tom, gave up the ghost… Continue reading
Last Sunday, around o-dark-thirty, the action heated up at the Spit’s fishing lagoon, according to its mayor, Tom, who has been keeping vampire hours out… Continue reading
The kings are coming into The Fishing Hole in heftier schools, but they remain Beverly Hills snobbish when it comes to what and when they… Continue reading
Well, you can sure tell that the summer season is starting to kick loose on the Spit. A vet buddy called to report that, just… Continue reading
Double check your gear folks. Honkin’ tides are heading our way and hopefully, fishing action will start firing on all cylinders in the open freshwater… Continue reading
Howdy folks. Yep, we’re back and wish to offer our apologies for not having the usual fishing report ready last week. Chalk it up to… Continue reading
Before we roll into the last fishing report for the season, I’d like to say that it has been another great run especially because of… Continue reading
Last week, as dawn morphed from a dull steel radiance to a crimson ember’s glow, I had just stepped out of the cabin to head… Continue reading
Over the Labor Day weekend, the Homer Spit looked as though the holiday had been over for a month. The lack of RVs, tents and… Continue reading
As the summer teeters on the border’s edge of August and September, I have come to the solemn conclusion that I must retire my favorite… Continue reading
Last week was a bit wild with the fire flare ups, road closures and hanging smoke. Until the winds finally showed up, the inside of… Continue reading
