It’s not the miles covered that epitomize the unpredictable nature of a road trip, but the stories you couldn’t make up that elicit a laugh every time they’re broken out. Uncertainty is the soul of adventure. To celebrate a half-year on the road, here’s my top 10 road trip tales. What’s your best road trip story?10. Climbing Route 191 through the Montana mountains in wintry conditions, I buried my jeep swerving off the road to avoid a cow elk. I get back on the highway but the elk never flinched.9. Running across a flat on a low tide in South Carolina, we missed a channel and ran up on a sandbar, stranded until the tide came up. I caught a few hours of sleep curled up on the polling platform.
I recently had the opportunity to fish with John Prochnow, the leading chemist behind the inventions of Berkley Gulp! and Powerbait. The few hours I spent in the boat with him were a learning experience to say the least.
While Prochnow is no doubt an expert angler, his most important lessons had more to do with science than fishing. Think of him as the Bill Nye of the fishing industry.
My preconception of the greater Seattle area before visiting was that it was a place slightly dryer than Puget Sound, the body of water it sits on the shores of, but not by much. And yes, it rains … a lot.
But I’m starting to think perhaps Seattleites, hunters and anglers especially, cultivate this perception to hide the amazing outdoor opportunities in and around the greater Seattle area.
If the six lines running through a week on a calendar page demarcate a beginning and ending of something, then some weeks should have fewer lines than others as they seem to start and just keep rolling, and weeks like the one I just had should be one solid block.
Sure, we’ve all thought about getting drunk and diving for super poisonous snakes. But the villagers of Tapilon actually do it. And compared to them, I’m a wimp.
Locally known as balingkasaws, the sea snakes off the coast Cebu Island in the Vasayan Sea grow longer than 4 feet in length and weigh more than 10 pounds. Its black and bluish-gray striped skin is highly prized by the leather market and its meat is considered a delicacy – Mmmmmmm, poisonous sea snake meat! In effort to profit from the abundance of snakes around them, the villagers of Tapilon have developed a unique night time hunting style.
Before I left on my trip back in May, a friend suggested that I make sure to hit as many National Parks as I could along my way. At the time, I didn’t give it too much thought; I was too focused on the fish. Then, in Meeker, Colorado, I stayed with guide John Kobald. I was given a guest room that doubled as a library, and unable to sleep, perhaps because of some excitement at the prospect of big brown trout on the fly the next morning, I started flipping through a hardcover copy of a book entitled These Rare Lands, by Stan Jorstad. It was a visual journey through America’s national park system, and the images seemed almost surreal.
Despite hailing from a country that enjoys mushy peas, soccer, and Mr. Bean, British angler Wayne Little proved himself a man’s man this week when he landed what should be the Angling Trust’s new number-one blue shark; a monster of a fish measuring 8 feet in length and weighing an estimated 222 pounds. Little’s catch should be the new number one but due to an outdated and controversial rule that requires that the shark be “weighed [on shore] or bank” the fish probably won’t be.
“The days of fishermen killing a big sea fish and then dragging it up the quayside [on shore] onto scales just to claim a record are gone, you can't do that anymore,” Little said. “The record authorities need to accept that and change the rules.”
Since outdoorlife.com launched it's weather page it seems the magazine's editors have been cursed by Mother Nature. First Gerry Bethge had a tornado watch interrupt the middle of his deer hunt in Ohio. Then John Taranto and John Snow had blizzards during their mule deer and elk hunts in the west. Now it's my turn.
The first morning of my two-day redfish trip in Louisiana was a beauty: warm sunny weather with a nice breeze. But as the day went on, a large storm system began to move in from the west and it was clear that our day of fishing would be cut short.
Tuesday evening, after returning from a party boat trip into the Pacific, I noticed that H&M Landing in San Diego offered something called “Lobster Hooping.” I had no idea what it entailed. I’ve been fortunate enough to do almost every type of fishing on this cross-country voyage, from fly-fishing small Vermont streams to battling 150-pound-plus sharks in the Florida Keys, to overnighters in the Northeast Canyons. Certainly, I thought, Lobster Hooping wasn’t “real fishing,” but I thought it might be a nice change of pace.