During its meeting Saturday in Reno, the Nevada State Board of Wildlife commissioners voted to regulate the gathering of shed antlers by commercial and recreational shed hunters, a first for the state. Though the board chose not to make possession of a hunting license mandatory for shed hunters, it did vote unanimously to prohibit the gathering of shed antlers from Jan. 1 through April 15.
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If you have been waiting to peruse the pages of Nevada’s 2014 Big Game Seasons and Application Regulations, your wait is over. Though the printed version isn’t expected to hit shelves until early next week, the online version is already available. And whatever you do, don’t pass up the Important Information page.
While talking with a couple of Lake Mead fishermen recently, the subject turned to gizzard shad. Since they showed up in Lake Mead in 2007, gizzards have displaced threadfin shad as both the primary forage fish in the lake and the live bait of choice for many anglers. But what if the quick-darting baitfish could be more than just another source of bass food?
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to fish for walleye and sauger at Lake of the Woods, a rather large body of water located where Minnesota and Canada come together. While there, I learned just how tasty walleye and sauger can be and had my first introduction to the use of downriggers.
If America’s sportsmen and women had to identify the people in their life who can turn an otherwise bad day into a good one, I think the one person who could and probably should show up on every outdoor enthusiast’s list is the UPS driver.
Some things, as they say, are worth the wait. The question is, what?
In December 2013, anglers who fish along the lower Colorado River system were surprised to learn the U.S. Fish &Wildlife Service had decided to halt the rearing of rainbow trout at the Willow Beach National Fish Hatchery.
Whether you read an article about big game hunting in an outdoor magazine, watch a deer or elk hunting video on the Internet, or share stories about hunting while sitting around a fall campfire, at some point the discussion will focus on antlers. Personally, I prefer the antler stories told around the campfire, but you always need to keep in mind that antlers are like the fish that got away: They grow a little bigger each time their story is told.
Do something long enough and sooner or later you will find yourself on the bad end of an unplanned situation. Proof of that can be seen in the missing digits, or parts thereof, on the hands of your friends or acquaintances who spend a lifetime working with power saws and lumber. All it takes is one small mistake, a simple miscalculation or a momentary lapse of judgment and your circumstance can be changed dramatically.
One of the biggest thrills I have experienced in the outdoors is being at my daughter’s side when she bagged one of Nevada’s wild turkeys. Calli shot the gobbler as he walked out from behind a juniper tree where he had been strutting his stuff for the ladies. When he stepped into the open, the turkey was busy looking for the hen that was squawking sweet nothings. The hen turned out to be a box call.
In case you missed it, the annual Shooting Hunting and Outdoor Trade Show is underway at the Sands Expo and Convention Center. Owned by the National Shooting Sports Foundation, the SHOT Show draws manufacturers, wholesalers, retailers, conservation organizations and members of the outdoor media from around the world.
From our vantage point on the hilltop west of camp, the landscape all around us seemed devoid of everything but cactus, sundry species of prickly brush and rocks just big enough to roll your ankle.
During its coverage of the 2012 Summer Olympic Games, NBC fed American viewers a steady diet of beach volleyball, sprinkled with periodic coverage of indoor volleyball to provide us with variety. On the network’s cable feed, however, the archery competition took top honors for viewership.
Even if we don’t catch any fish, it’s still going to be a good day on the water,” Roger said as we formalized plans for a Lake Mead fishing trip and he described the weather forecast. I agreed but at the same time hoped the thought wouldn’t prove prophetic when it came to the results of our fishing efforts.
Fish lure and money.” That is the caption below a photograph on the Fish Production page of the National Fish Hatchery System website, which is only a part of the considerable Internet presence of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.
The winter storm front and extremely cold temperatures that have held much of the country in their grip for the past week or so have made the going rough for outdoors lovers, but those conditions also have opened the door of opportunity for waterfowl hunters.
With Christmas just around the corner, some of you might be pondering gift ideas for that angler in your life. This sometimes can be a frustrating task because anglers who have been around awhile can be picky about the baits or tackle they use, and those who are new to the sport might not yet have an idea of what they might want. Either way, you can’t go wrong by placing a new fishing rod under the tree.
The holiday season is upon us, and that means it’s time for hectic schedules and high stress. But there is a cure for those not-so-happy holiday season symptoms. That cure can be found by doing something in the outdoors.
For nearly 32 years, Jim Goff has been a fixture on Lake Mead and Lake Mohave, where he has spent his “retirement” years guiding fishermen in search of striped bass. That makes him not only the self-described old-timer among Southern Nevada’s fishing guides but also a knowledgeable resource when it comes to striper fishing on Southern Nevada’s waters.
The 2013 waterfowl season got off to a good start with local hunters bagging limits of resident birds and some early migrants, but the action slowed quickly as those birds moved out and balmy temperatures lingered over Southern Nevada. This has waterfowl hunters hoping that a weather front will come in from the northwest and begin pushing a few ducks and geese our way.
One of the things life has taught me is that when given enough time to talk, people eventually will tell you what they truly believe. When it happens, you might experience what some call an “aha moment.”
Nevadans aimed high when we set out to create the largest and most advanced shooting range in the world. But we kept a steady eye on our target. And today, with great pride, Nevada has hit the bull’s-eye.”
Move over, boys. The girls are coming to deer camp and the ol’ fishing hole, too, and they are doing it in record numbers. While that might not be news to folks who have been around the outdoor world for more than a few years and have read the sign, it probably is to those who haven’t. Not to mention those who don’t necessarily appreciate the hunting and fishing sports for what they are.
“Doug, hold still!” While still a whisper, Paul’s command was emphatic and left no doubt he finally had seen what we were looking for: a mule deer buck. It was shortly after 8 a.m. on the third day of Nevada’s early deer season and in roughly the same place where we had seen a group of four small bucks on opening day.
As I sit down to write this column, the smell of bacon hangs in the air, the breeze is blowing through the juniper trees, and the ragged cliffs of the Schell Creek Range rise up to the east. Around remains of what once was the morning’s cooking fire sit three of my friends, men I enjoy spending time with in the field. Not everyone fills the bill.