And Other Outdoor Rubbish
Here is a fictional bowhunting tale that I wrote many years ago. I wrote it when I was still in my twenties. Needless to say, growing old means something totally different to me now in my early fifties, than it did back then. However, I think the younger me had a good grasp on the … Continue reading The Bitter Cold
By Kenneth C Olson (posthumously) -The following memoir was written by my late father, who we lost to cancer in March of 2021. He wrote it in the winter of 1997 for a small newsletter I was editor of at the time, and I recently came across old issues of said newsletter. My father and … Continue reading Robin Hood Heroes
“Do you know where Grandpa’s fly rod is?” I asked my grandmother. Grandpa had passed away four months ago, and I was hoping to look at his fly-fishing rod and reel. Being the only fly angler in my family, I was probably being a bit presumptuous, but I assumed the rod would go home with … Continue reading Shakespeare and Duct Tape
As I type, I’m only five days away from loading an overabundance amount of fishing and kayak gear into my truck and driving south for a week of chasing rebellious redfish off the panhandle of Florida. The timing is perfect too as Old Man Winter seems to be walking through at a snail’s pace this … Continue reading The Salt Is Calling
This fictional story was originally posted on one of my previous blogs, in September of 2012. I enjoyed writing it and therefore wanted to share it here. I hope you enjoy it as well. That Damn Hat The elderly lady stepped up to the coffin and lovingly looked at the shell that was once her … Continue reading That Damn Hat
The 8wt Fiasco 