After a several long, strong snow storms, our roads are again blotched black and dirty, roads are getting narrow, salt cakes everything. For those well-traveled paths, this is a ragged time of year. As snows continue to cycle through our region, legions of mailboxes not already decapitated, balance precariously on crooked posts, pointing in all… Continue reading brookies, road salt, didymo, salamanders. huh.
A thousand clear acres of wind have been tearing though the seams and zippers of ice fisherman on South Kingstown’s Worden Pond. Huddled atop fast freezing holes, cold, still, heads down, parkas stuffed with fleece until they look like sausages, they have braved that wicked wind for weeks now. But an inside line says the… Continue reading so cold but there’s plenty of time to warm up at a meeting
Keeping shiners in the bathtub can put a quiet but significant strain on a relationship. While logical for the average New England ice fisherman, some significant others apparently find such live storage to be unusual, unnecessary and kind of gross. The bucket which holds them is a wonderful example of recycling, the life-sustaining bubbler is… Continue reading feng shui for bait, on worden pond, the sweet sound of guns
Before the rains winds and big snows rolled in, local ice had been clear and smooth, like rolled steel, like the finest glass. In the old days, young kids old enough to know better would have spun old style straight body pickup’s in wicked fun circles all around our ponds, spinning off before the man… Continue reading wind on frozen water, the coming of forage fishes and a big camo hat salute