James H. Phillips
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Written by By James H. Phillips
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Thursday, 24 May 2012 10:26 |
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Of all the delights that can be found outdoors, none to my way of thinking can compare to wading slowly along a meandering trout stream on a warm, spring day while delicately casting a fly to trout.
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Written by By James H. Phillips
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Thursday, 26 April 2012 10:30 |
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The mating display of a tom turkey is captivating. He struts, he dances. He spread his wings, he fans his tail. He gobbles, he becomes quiet. And then, as often happens when a wily, old tom tires of trying to attract the attention of an inanimate hen turkey decoy, he suddenly vanishes, causing a hunter’s spirits to plummet.
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Thursday, 22 March 2012 10:31 |
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In the early summer of 1963, I found myself in Florida’s Everglades, over-nighting in a National Park Service motel at Flamingo. I was fresh out of college and full of energy. Around 10 p.m. I wandered out to the park’s expansive seawall to discover a lone angler hoping to catch snook on an incoming tide.
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Written by By James H. Phillips
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Thursday, 23 February 2012 11:21 |
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If the statement came from any other angler, I would have instantly dismissed it. But Russell Chatham is no ordinary fisherman. He knows whereof he speaks.
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Written by By James H. Phillips
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Thursday, 26 January 2012 11:16 |
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Winter’s fury is a hostile visitor. High winds, blowing snow and sub-freezing temperatures bring hope to ice fishermen, but the rest of us hunker down in our warm homes to await a storm’s passing.
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