My Calendar Runneth Over
By Brian Wright brian@outdoorguysradio.com
Before the beginning of each year I work on my schedule for the upcoming seasons. First, I review the past year, evaluate my body of journalistic work, and determine if I accomplished what I set out to do. This helps with planning the year at hand.
Seems as though this should be pretty easy.
Since I primarily focus on angling and/or destinations, you would think planning the year would be easy. After all, look at a
Chilly Nights and Indian Summer
By Brian Wright a.k.a. Hillbilly Deluxe
According to Wikipedia, an “Indian Summer” is a meteorological phenomenon that occurs in autumn, in the Northern Hemisphere. It is characterized by a period of sunny, warm weather, after the leaves have turned following an onset of frost, but before the first snowfall.
In my neck of the woods, on Indian Point at Table Rock Lake, Indian Summer generally occurs in early November. There’s something primeval about
Feathering The Nest... One Twig At A Time
By Brian Wright a.k.a. Hillbilly Deluxe
A wise man once said "one man's meat is another man's poison," or as I would put it, one man's dead animal carcass is another man's trophy wall mount.
And that's just my point this month. Feathering your nest, one twig at a time, is in the eye of the beholder.
There's a certain pride we all get from creatively putting together a sense of style and substance when we decorate our favorite a
Good Fishing Outweighs The Best Intentions
By Brian Wright
It never fails. When I peel off the April page on my calendar to reveal May, I just seem to have a hard time focusing on work. Yes, I become distracted in April — but nothing like the month of May.
Although I have the best of intentions to work hard, save my money, and whittle down my to do list around the house, when May rolls around I just seem to falter. And in a big way. I try hard to sit at my desk and be productive,
The other day I was pondering the beginnings of my love for the outdoors, particularly cabins and lakes.
My first memory of catching the outdoors bug seems to revolve around a trip to Lone Star Lake near Lawrence, KS.
I suppose I was probably 10 years old.
A childhood friend was fortunate enough that his dad had a small waterfront cabin at Lone Star — a beautiful lake of some 110 acres — and I was invited to go for a weekend to “open the cabin” for the season.
I was fascin
