Kensen Lee had drawn a tag for the last of three weeklong seasons to take place in the Moapa Valley area. While that was the place Lee was looking forward to hunting for a turkey, he was concerned that pressure associated with the first and second seasons could make his third-season experience less than he had hoped for.
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During the Clark County Fair last weekend in Logandale, I talked with hundreds of outdoor enthusiasts. Among them were two whose stories caught my attention. The first is an angler, and the second is an avid archer from England.
Larry Hanneman beat the odds by drawing a tag for the Moapa Valley turkey season, and his patience paid off with a 19.5-pound Rio on his second day of hunting.
Fishermen are finding it tough to catch stripers on Lake Mead. So, the conversation turns to weather patterns, unseasonably warm temperatures and abundant bait fish in the lake. It’s amazing how much thought and study fishermen put into their pursuit.
Along with the waiting associated with the hunt itself, there are at least two other times each year when hunters find themselves waiting. The first is when we wait for that day when the big game tag draw finally arrives, and the second is when we wait for the results of that draw.
Anti-hunting interests are well funded and tenacious. In recent years, sportsmen across the country have begun to speak up, and 18 states — though not Nevada — guarantee the right to hunt and fish in their constitutions.
An agreement between federal and Arizona officials will restore rainbow trout stocking at the Willow Beach Hatchery, the very purpose for which the facility was originally built along the cold waters of the Colorado River more than 50 years ago.
Grandma cut a piece of fishing line from its spool and tied one end to the small end of willow rod. To the other end of the line, she tied a hook and then placed a split shot sinker a foot or so above that. Then we walked down the bank to a brushy area where she schooled me in the art of simple fishing.
Across the West, sportsmen and other outdoor enthusiasts are making their voices heard. Their message? “Keep your hands off our public lands.”
When it comes to deciding how to celebrate Valentine’s Day you generally won’t find shotguns and clay pigeons among the list of options. So imagine our surprise when my brother-in-law and nephew walked into the living room of the Southern Utah farm house we had rented and announced that we had an appointment to shoot a round of sporting clays.
Firearms bearing the Winchester label have been part of American culture since 1866. It was then that Oliver Winchester bought control of the New Haven Arms company and changed its name to the Winchester Repeating Arms Company.
The National Park Service is asking for comments to help determine future management and planning decisions for Lake Mead National Recreation Area.
Though the fishing was a little slow, we caught plenty of memories — glass-smooth water, a bald eagle and the unique courting ritual of the western grebe.
There has been a resurgence in the striper fishing in Lake Mohave, which could be because of the presence of threadfin and gizzard shad. Plus, government officials are moving toward a deal to restore the trout-rearing program at the Willow Beach National Hatchery.
Don’t let the catalog pages full of specialty gear fool you, you don’t have to spend a lot of money when it comes to ice fishing. But you will need to invest in an ice auger. Make sure to dress warmly when you grab your rod and reel.
Call me sentimental, nostalgic or maybe even a little on the mature side, but it is New Year’s Day. So I will begin this column by wishing all of you a Happy New Year. Perhaps this is the old school thing to do, but I do miss the days when everyone wished each other a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. That was before the holiday season was completely driven by retail interests and political correctness.
Most of the public land in Nevada is owned and managed by federal agencies. Take part in the process if you want to keep access to those lands for camping, hiking, hunting, fishing and other activities.
Don Dorsey, a real estate consultant from Las Vegas, got an early gift in June when he received the 2014 Silver State Tag for desert bighorn sheep, one of the West’s most unique hunting opportunities.
Unseasonably warm temperatures and mild weather conditions have birds holding in areas of open water further to the north, water that should be frozen over about now or close to it. Dedicated duck hunters are hoping for a little bad weather to get birds moving this way.
Outdoor experiences are tough to wrap and put under the Christmas tree. They can last much longer than the latest gadget. Plus you can carry the memories with you wherever you go, and with today’s cellphones, the photos as well.
Each time a hunter or fisherman goes afield, they are expected they to follow the honor system and abide by the regulations, even when a game warden is not visibly present. Unfortunately, some hunters and fishermen violate the rules without calling their own foul. When they do, it gives each of us a black eye.
As I looked again at the dent in my now worthless riflescope, a wave of depression came over me. With that unexpected development, and all the other things that had reduced my hunt time to just three days, the deck seemed stacked against my deer hunt from the start.
When the sun came up on the fourth day of my 2014 deer hunt I was sitting in front of a computer at our dining room table instead of glassing a remote hillside in central Nevada. Not because I wanted it that way, but because unforeseen circumstances had whittled away at what was supposed to be a 10-day hunting trip. Now it would last no more than three, and the jury was still out as to whether I would make it into the field at all.
The dropping water on Lake Mead is particularly sobering if you haven’t visited the Overton Arm or Echo Bay Marina in a while. The once thriving resort destination is a sad sight, although that doesn’t mean there aren’t fish to be caught.
Timing derails plans for fly-fishing on the Provo River. But grandkids end up on an adventure to the outdoors store.
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