I appreciate all the love with regard to my “Unbelievable Fishing Story.” My phone has been ringing off the hook since last Tuesday. That muskie who inhaled my smallmouth bass has made me somewhat famous. It was truly a once in a lifetime experience, and I am extremely thankful that I came home with some
The other Sunday, I wanted to go fishing. The creeks needed some water, so I headed to the mighty Susquehanna. I stopped at Wegmans with my kayak strapped above. I grabbed a quick coffee and ran into a few chums. They asked where I was going, and I simply pointed to the Market Street Bridge.
Friday Night Lights is back. Well. We are taking things one step at a time. Loyalsock and South sat out the first two, and I hear the boys in Canton are currently in the locker room. But all of our local squads should have participated in at least one game. I personally didn’t think we’d
It has been a rough couple of weeks. I am not going to lie. The world is stressed, and I definitely know why. Look, I am not here to point fingers. These are unchartered waters. My son and I are struggling. We are doing our best with this hybrid learning. He attends school two days
I have nothing but love and respect for Montoursville’s J.C. Keefer. The old-school football coach and I go back a long time. He has been a good chum over the years. I don’t get to see him much, but I will occasionally spot him at a local diamond. J.C. also loves the game of baseball
Jensen is back from a lengthy break. He is only going to school two days a week as WASD is using a hybrid. My eleven-year-old son is doing the best he can. He is wearing his mask. My sixth grader was asked to do a short writing assignment the very first day. I don’t want
