by W.P. Williamson
The barely audible snap of the fishing line being pulled from the quick release clip on the planer board line was instantly replaced by the piercing zing of line being ripped off the reel. “Screamer on,” I called to my father at the helm of his Thunder Jet.
From the May/June Backcast, by Dave Steele
Every once in a while some one makes the comment, “It must be wonderful to focus on the humorous aspects of outdoor adventure.” In reality, recognizing the humour is easy, determining that which is worthy of print, in reasonably good taste and inside the...

