Rain can be a scourge to both camper and fisherman. But despite the skies opening in frequent fits and starts, like a lawnmower yawning to life after a long winter in the shed, a quick getaway to Laurel Hill State
Drifting in Laurel Hill State Park

Rain can be a scourge to both camper and fisherman. But despite the skies opening in frequent fits and starts, like a lawnmower yawning to life after a long winter in the shed, a quick getaway to Laurel Hill State
Last spring I joined up with a group of guys I hadn’t previously met to fish for a weekend in the Carlisle/Chambersburg area. We had mutual acquaintances and a common desire to be outdoors as much as possible – especially
Wednesday night, less than three days before the Pennsylvania trout opener, I was unloading the car from after a trip to the store. The dogs were outside, chasing each other around and burning off some pent-up energy. Lilah, our 40-pound
I’m closing in on 40. I would say I’m nearing the common grouping of years generally referred to as “middle age,” but that’s a hard thing to nail down these days with people across the world, and this country especially,