Research continues to confirm what most of us already knew as kids, that outdoor recreation provides a variety of important benefits that go well beyond the obvious fun and games.
In recent days, I’ve spent a fair share of time in the woods and on the mountains.
For people who haven’t been paying attention, it’s time to get outside.
It’s been an extremely, wet week to be in the woods, which is good for mushrooms, gardeners, whitewater paddlers and waterfall photographers, but not for much else.
According to a Proposed Rule document recently issued by the US Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS), the known status of the eastern puma within its historical range is extinct.
Nearly 5,000 years ago, a pair of ancient anglers waded out into the frigid waters of the Baltic Sea.
In the current age, where everyone has instant access to everything in a moment with the simple push of a button; it’s nice to know there are still a few places left that require more of an effort.
Over the years, I’ve had the good fortune to have traveled in the company of many highly skilled outdoor travelers.
Although most college students have already departed campus, high-school students are still preparing for final exams.
Game is a traditional term used to describe any fish, fowl or other wild creature that is hunted for either sport or food.
Last weekend, I loaded up the canoe and traveled over the hill to Elizabethtown.
While the spring season has not yet arrived in all quarters of the region, it’s apparently on the way.
It’s been well-established that outdoor activities are beneficial to our overall physical, emotional and mental health.
It appears the long, hard, Adirondack winter may finally be coming to a conclusion, and while many local anglers are still hauling around their ice fishing gear, it’s time to get out your trout gear as the annual “ice out” grows near.
Researchers finally confirmed what most children already knew, which is the fact that outdoor recreation provides a variety of important benefits beyond the obvious fun and games.
Although the arrival of the spring season has come and gone, it appears the winter season will continue to maintain command over the local landscape, with a deep snowpack in the woods, and chilly temperatures in the air.
As has been my custom for more than a decade or so, I recently spent another fine, March day traveling down Schroon Lake way in order to attend the annual Adirondack Sportsman’s Dinner.
Recently, while watching our family dog toss his stuffed toy around the room, I wondered if he was simply playing, or actually refining his hereditary hunting skills.
Last weekend, I witnessed a fairly large bird repeatedly attack a group of smaller birds at my feeder.
In last week’s column, I referred to the process of rewilding our youth, in the same manner we rewilded our lands.
I suppose it’s one of the most common afflictions of age, and it likely explains our unrelenting desire to return to familiar, natural surroundings.
Currently, the Adirondack Park remains the largest state protected area in the contiguous United States.
As I pen this week’s column on a cold Feb. 1 morning, there is a slight chill in the air. The thermometer reads -8 F, and a stiff wind is blowing in hard from the west. The sun is shining and the scene is idilic.
After being asked to describe his 60-plus year career as an Adirondack guide, the late Tony Deepe of Lake George claimed simply, “It’s been a good life.”
As I peer out the back porch window, there are thick frost flowers clouding my view.
The recent cold snap and heavy snowfall has certainly helped to firm up ice conditions across the region. The recent cold snap and heavy snowfall has certainly helped to firm up ice conditions across the region.
The term “rewilding” is credited to conservationist and environmentalist activist/terrorist Dave Foreman, who is recognized as one of the founders of the Earth First! movement.
Every year, our family gathers around an extremely well decorated tree on Christmas eve, in order to share a long held tradition of reading a Christmas story.
Well, I finally got out there! I’d been patiently awaiting the first ski trip of the New Year, since the beginning of Big Game season,
I recently watched an episode of “Fat Guys in the Woods”, a new reality show which features a group of three or four amateur woodsman roughing it in the forested mountains of Tennessee.
The coming weekend signals the end of the regular big game hunting season across a large swath of the North Country.
It has been an interesting week in the Adirondacks, and fortunately, I spent a fair portion of it in camp.
The month of November has finally arrived on the wall calendar. I should have seen it coming, but I prefer not to spend much time gauging the time.
Although the Adirondack woodlands remain primarily brown and damp, the Big Game Hunting Season is now in full swing.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to confront only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived” Henry David Thoreau
The recent Columbus Day holiday weekend certainly brought out the crowds, as hikers too to the trails, and paddlers packed the ponds.
Well, I did it! I finally took a little trip way back into one of my favorite brook trout waters.
I’ve recently returned from a long weekend, spent in the hamlet of Indian Lake.
Although the ancient Egyptians have been credited with utilizing a combination of fur and feathers on a hook for the purpose of angling for fish, there is very little known about the history of flyfishing prior to the seventeenth century.
September 11 is a date that will long be remembered in the history of this country.
It may seem far too early for hunters to be taking to the woods again, especially in light of the recent 90 degree temperatures.
After enjoying a pleasant and slightly wet, Labor Day weekend, I’ve already been making plans for the impending Fall season.
I recently received a phone call from an old friend who wanted to know if I could help him arrange to get a wild turkey for use as a prop in a photo shoot that was to be produced in the area.
By nature, humans are foragers.
Troutopia is a new sporting term that I recently coined.
Over the course of the past week, I have stumbled across two unique new experiences that have threatened many of my long held wildwood beliefs.
After a few months of skipping out on providing my regular weekly columns, I am finally back on track.
It occurred while I was on the way home after spending an afternoon at the base of a mind-numbingly, beautiful waterfall that is located halfway up the side of a small mountain in my backyard.
If foreign armies had advanced as deeply into the Adirondack Park as the current invasion of invasive plants has progressed, local citizens would be up in arms.
Every now and then, in the Adirondacks the stars, and the moon and the sky line up in just the perfect manner to provide a perfect end to a perfect day.