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INDUCTED INTO THE
”NATIONAL FRESHWATER FISHING
HALL OF FAME” IN 2017
I can't wait until old man winter releases his grip on the upper Midwest and spring arrives when I can hit the woods to begin another season to pursue spring turkey. This will be my forty-first season where I hope to add my 104th bird to my turkey log. This year, I'll...
My hometown is Watertown, S.D. a place I return to as often as I can. A couple of weeks ago, we headed back north to ice fish on a few of the dozens of lakes and sloughs scattered throughout the Watertown area. Anyone who has spent time on the ice where the northerns...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal With a week’s worth of warm weather in the forecast, Gary Howey, Hartington, Neb., and I decided it was “now or never” time to fish a farm pond we’d had our eyes on for quite some time. Gary had fished it years ago and had great...
Chase Jensen, Aurora, S.D. with the 2.86 pound potential State record Perch caught on Bitter in N.E. South Dakota. Team Outdoorsmen Adventures member Don Fjerstad, Watertown, South Dakota, the Host of KWAT Outdoors sent us this photo of a potential new South...
I think we're all ready for spring, something we have been waiting on for a long time, with an opportunity to get outside and enjoy some of the warmer weather. As it gets closer to spring, this is when I head to the woods, to do my pre-season turkey scouting. While...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal. I got an outdoors catalog in the mail the other day. Right at the top of the front cover in bold letters were the words, “DO IT YOURSELF.” That kind of took me aback for a little bit. You see, I don’t think many outdoorsmen make...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal WATERTOWN, S.D. | It was beginning to look bad for the home team. We had been on the ice for about three hours and had only one walleye to show for it. And that one had been caught by our friend Chuck Krause, Gettysburg, S.D., who...
Reprinted from the Sioux City Journal. The sun was beginning to paint a pink tinge on the eastern horizon. I sat near the top of the ridge, hunkered down into a small cedar tree. In front of me, about a block away the ridge line dropped away, and a stand of oaks...