Fishing

So, here's my introduction to a chub.

Smelly. Slimy. Goofy look.

With the weather the way it's been the last week or so, I've been feeling the urge to get the canoe in the water, virtually every day it seems.

It’s not in the law book, but Clearwater Lake in Industry has been open to the taking of smelts with dipnets this spring.

Ken “Snapper” Cashman just figured he was helping a good cause when he handed over a $20 bill.

I finally broke down and went fishing. It's a hard sell to stand on shore, knowing full well there isn't much chance of anything happening. But went I did, with the mud on my boots and pants to prove it. I didn't even have to tell my wife that I didn't catch anything. Even she knows better.

What's that I always say? Never let the facts get in the way of a good story? Well, for the time being, fishermen and scientists may well be on the same page. Conventional wisdom: "When the alders' leaves get as big as mouse's ears." The science: "Yep, that's about right."