By Jeff Lund Wednesday I picked up my new Remington shotgun. I paid for it eleven days prior, and since the computer searched the vast nothingness that is my criminal record and found nothing, I was able to begin the latest chapter in my life as a responsible gun owner. My parents wouldn’t even allow…
BY JEFF LUND. Before I could even sit in the driver’s seat Sunday morning, I was astounded at the smell permeating from my truck. It didn’t reek, but the unique odors mixed with such harmony, I couldn’t help admire it. It was microwaved gym towel and concession stand complete with sour cream and union potato…
BY JEFF LUND SANTA RITA, GUAM – I grew up on an island, so I am familiar with Island Fever. The shores encroach on your comfort until it seems like you have to wear boots just incase the next high tide doesn’t stop. I’m also familiar with the more optimistic view of being guarded by…
I’ve been known to be indecisive. So Friday after school I headed north on Interstate 5 but needed some direction once I hit Sacramento. Would I go right and fish the Truckee River, turn left and spend the weekend on the Russian, or simply stay the course and end up on the Upper Sacramento? I…
BY JEFF LUND. To understand fully the quandary I faced Saturday, I’ll have to volunteer that the first time I remember my cell phone ringing while fishing was in 2007. I was trout fishing on the Klawock River back home, where reception is spotty at best. But the call made it through and lit up…
BY JEFF LUND. Saturday morning when I couldn’t sleep past 6:30, I decided to head east because even though the water would be high, still, and there would be a ton of people, I hate excuses. I looked back through my fishing log from the summer and wondered what kind of lame excuse I made…
BY JEFF LUND. Hot dogs are synonymous with summer cuisine, and though there are plenty of hot dogs – gourmet dogs, foot-long dogs, ball park dogs, nitrate-free dogs, kosher dogs – I don’t get too picky. I know what I am getting when I buy or order them so I do not worry much about…
My buddy Daniel is coming up to Alaska this summer and wants to trick trout with flies, but he’s never done it before. I told him there is no better place to learn than the 49th state, particularly a submerged log on the Thorne River that’s an underwater metropolis for trout. I stood there last…