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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Wednesday, 31 August 2005 20:00 |
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My boy Andrew and I had just spent three long, hot days camping in the dust in a futile attempt to hunt an antelope. We were dirty, dusty, dry and tired when we started over the Cascades. Leaving the parched sage, we drove through a stand of green forest, and then, like a mirage in the desert, we got our first glimpse of Odell Lake. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Sunday, 31 July 2005 20:00 |
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A thin sheen of oil covered the surface of the dark slough, but you could still see the tips of the swamp grasses clogging the waters beneath. Not that the surface was at all smooth—tips of bush and broken limbs broke the surface every few feet. If you cast out into the middle of the 60- foot wide backwater, you’d have no chance in the world of getting back your gear. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Thursday, 30 June 2005 20:00 |
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I can still remember that boyhood vacation some fifty years ago when a bunch of us gathered around the dock. We were having a picnic in a little meadow near Modesto in California, and my grandfather was letting us try and catch a few crawdads. (There was a muddy little pond nearby, and he couldn’t miss any opportunity for a little fishing.) We tied a small piece of bacon on a short string and were letting it sink to the bottom. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Tuesday, 31 May 2005 20:00 |
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The Eastern sky was just starting to take on a yellow glow when my buddy Jim's pickup pulled into the driveway. We were trying to get an early start on one of the last open days of the spring salmon season on the Columbia. The fish had been incredibly slow to arrive at the upper dams, and fish managers were starting to panic. As usual, the first step would be to close down our sports season. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Saturday, 30 April 2005 20:00 |
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It was going to be a battle. The South Jetty of the Columbia River hovered above us like the Swiss Alps. Those rocks had seemed a lot smaller from the beach and were a lot easier to scale when my buddy Michael and I had a lot fewer miles on the odometer. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Monday, 28 February 2005 20:00 |
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“Uncle Tom, the fish are in the river, you’ve got to get up here!” The excitement in my voice must have been contagious. My uncle only needed a minute to look at his schedule. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Monday, 31 January 2005 20:00 |
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There is nothing like sharing some of your favorite activities with friends, whether it’s a new campground you just found, a new recipe for a red-hot chili or any of your favorite pastimes. As you might guess, I like nothing better than introducing friends to my life’s loves, most of which involve chasing something in the outdoors! |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Tuesday, 30 November 2004 20:00 |
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During a mid-winter column I always try to suggest a few ideas of gifts for fishermen. As a fisherman myself, I see no problem at all since I need almost everything! But for those of you not inclined to fill a room with stuff, I have a few ideas that I’ll be happy to share. Some have no cost, some are very pricey, a few are products of folks who sponsor me, a few are from folks that I help sponsor. You’ll get a little of everything. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Sunday, 31 October 2004 20:00 |
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"Ouch!” My wet pinkies had been assaulted by a dull red critter doing its darnedest to escape down the hatch of my cabin cruiser. If I didn’t catch the little “bug” pretty quickly, it might crawl deep into the bowels of my bilges stinking up the whole boat for the next few fishing seasons. The crab and I scrambled around on the deck for a good three or four minutes, fighting around traps, bait sacks and various gear until I was finally able to get it into a corner, grab it behind the pincers, and toss it overboard. |
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Written by Bob Ellsberg
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Thursday, 30 September 2004 20:00 |
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It doesn’t take much for me to get excited about fishing. I love watching the water, enjoying the outdoors, the mystery of not knowing what will happen next. Heck, fish form the basis of most of my diet. To all that good stuff, you have to add the challenge of trying new things. There is always some new gimmick or gismo or some technique that deserves a chance to succeed. |
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