My father-in-law was complaining about raccoons recently and debating the best way to keep them out of his garbage cans. From what I gather, he doesn’t mind them visiting his yard or scrounging for food. His biggest complaint is that they don’t clean up after themselves.
I love boats. Big boats, small boats, fast boats, slow boats and even things like kayaks and sailboats that aren’t really boats at all. (Sailboats are just really big kites without the string and kayaks are basically bobsleds for those of us who live where there’s no snow.)
By Lane Stephens
On Friday, July 11, I had the opportunity to meet and spend time with a true American hero – Army Staff Sergeant Ty Carter. My time with Ty was relaxing, exhilarating, and in the end, just a whole lot of fun, as I took him with me on a nuisance alligator hunt on Lake Talquin, near Quincy, Florida.
So my friend and colleague JP King returned from a fishing trip in northern Walton County recently and showed me some pictures of really nice bream and shellcracker he caught on some private property up there. I asked about bait, figuring he used crickets, but to my surprise he talked about “these yellow and black caterpillars” that were crawling all over some of the trees on the property.
I’m a firm believer that the world would be a better place if more people learned to fish. We’d all be a little more patient, a little less concerned about material things (other than fishing tackle) and a lot more concerned about preserving our natural treasures (like our favorite fishing spots.) So, in the interest of bettering our species, I encourage you to help a friend and fledgling fisherwoman
feed her habit pursue her noble quest.
This past weekend, I thought I might have broken my recent bad luck spell in Blountstown. The past few times I’ve made the trip to go fishing, something always got in the way. Either the river jumped up, or the boat wouldn’t start or the fish just weren’t biting.