The Tar Heel Outdoorsman

Hunters and anglers are superstitious.  We get caught up in a ritualistic way of doing things.  That's the way we're supposed to do it.  The way we always have.  The way we always will.

That's it.  It's done.  Duck season 2014-15 is no more. Time to morph into fishing mode. It hasn't been the most productive season… but it's still been good.  Probably a record number of hunting days, especially around Chapel Hill.  First season using the Mergy … aka the Gheenoe. Started my duck log after the first split.

This past summer I was a guide at a Colorado guest ranch.   Smith Fork Ranch.   Great experience.  Whole lotta work. Great fishing.  Great friends. Since I'm backtracking again, I'll let the photos do most of the work...

We're starting by backtracking. Not quite a year ago, a group of eight friends and I went on what would be an abnormal spring break for a many college kids.  One that didn't consist of crushing beers and getting sunburned on a warm beach. What we did was a 33 mile float down the Rio Grande, through the Boquillas Canyon in Big Bend National Park.  Flew into El Paso and rented cars.  Drove five hours to Terlingua, got to Far Flung Outdoor Center. It was dark when we got there, so we set up our tents in the parking lot.  In the chill of the next morning, we rented four canoes and hit the road.