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
There has been a whole lot of winter and even more work between the flintlock finale and this beginning of April. A long and unwavering stretch of cold, snowy weeks dragged on endlessly with a few days above 30 degrees
The end-of-season flintlock trip to Camp F-Troop is one of my favorite weekends of the year. Conditions tend to be favorable. And someone – if not a handful of us – always gets shooting in. To get a jump on