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”NATIONAL FRESHWATER FISHING
HALL OF FAME” IN 2017
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal Late summer and early fall find crappies and bluegills heading for deep water. For many anglers, this is the time for the slip bobber set-up, but over the past several years I have been using a method that just about everyone...
Have you ever noticed how some hunters can be a whole lot more successful that all other hunters that hunt in the same area? If you ask a dozen of these hunters why this one individual or Top Gun is so successful, you’ll probably get a dozen different answers. ...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal SOUTH SIOUX CITY |When 47 teams of catfish anglers took to the Missouri River last Saturday it was a big fish that would lead the winning team to victory at the 12th annual Cat Attack tournament. Competitors blasted off from the...
Hunting Big Game is a great sport, especially when you're a young kid that grew up in northeastern South Dakota. My journey into the sport of Big Game hunting started out rather innocently! I grew up in Watertown, South Dakota and was always looking for another...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal.When it comes to hot weather bass fishing, my thoughts turn to plastic worms.The simple 6- or 7-inch plastic worm is often the most effective presentation in warm-water fishing.Like most things in successful fishing, simplicity is...
Iola, Wisconsin (July 19, 2016) – Generations of firearm enthusiasts recognize Gun Digest as the number one annual source for information on the latest guns and related gear. The 71st Edition boasts a premium collection of fascinating articles by the best names in gun...
The Glacial Lakes of N.E. South Dakota are one of my favorite places to fish, as some were the lakes we fished as a kid growing up in Watertown, S.D. Many of the lakes anglers are fishing today in the area were just sloughs or much smaller lakes and now are some of...
SLOAN, Iowa | I stood on the boat ramp just below of the mouth of Winnebago Bend and watched the Missouri quietly pulse its way along. Low, scudding clouds slipped overhead and spit out the occasional drops of rain I could feel on my bare arms. I was waiting for Pat...