Some 20 years ago, on any given summer day, you would've found me along the bank of a Virginia farm pond or waist-deep in the James River. More than likely, my T-shirt was balled up in the back of my ...

The button willows we were fishing were thick enough to hide a hunter-orange hippo, but on the edge in open water, another fisherman somehow managed to see us. “Hey! Y’all need some help?” he called.

Crappie fishing is a signal spring is upon us. When “slabs," as big crappie are called, are found close to shore, you should also expect turkeys gobbling and morel mushrooms popping. I’ve often said ...