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When Covid-19 hit, you could practically hear the screech of brakes as our country came to a rapid stop.

Anyone who has fished for any length of time has had a bad day using old fishing line. Remembering that experience is like a painful blister; the frustration, knots, snarled spools, broken lin…

(Editor’s note: This is the last outdoor column written by Roger Sager before his death on June 14. His children, Eric Sager and Suzi Marasco, transcribed the article into a computer from the …

Though May was one of the driest, if not the driest May I’ve ever seen, June has had more than enough showers and thunderstorms. 

I’ve always thought that fishing has to be the biggest “gadget sport” I ever knew of. The proof of this is easily seen in the size of tackle boxes filled and the number of rods and reels accum…

The eastern sky began to lighten, the stars to fade, dawn was quickly chasing the night away. It was time to sound like an owl, a barred owl to be exact, hoping to make a big tom turkey gobble.

After having spent a week hunting spring gobblers in Ohio with my buddy Jim Acker, I was apprehensive about our Pennsylvania season. When you never hear a gobble or talk to a single turkey hun…

The fishing was quite good this year, the weather fairly cooperative and my early mornings were spent in pursuit of the wily trout.

Beautiful bands of pink and gold streaked the eastern sky — the hills still black bulwarks against the coming dawn. As I waited a few minutes, several small birds began to chirp and two pairs …

I’d slept in yesterday morning for a change for I had many things to do: Genealogy research, pay bills, clean up the house, restock the fishing vest and then over to Olean to fry up a trout lu…

I’m appreciating the sights and sounds of springtime this year — the peepers in the roadside ditches, the morning calls of the cardinals, seeing the daffodils and all the rest. But one thing h…

With the Pennsylvania trout season opening early this year, I don’t care for it falling on Easter weekend as it conflicts with so many family functions, my first concern was the weather.

With trout season fast approaching, I was taking all the precautions possible by readying all my trout fishing tackle. New line, oil the reels, check the ceramic guide inserts on the fishing p…

By the mid-1800s, the brook trout populations native to the eastern streams of the United States were under duress from overfishing and heavy logging, which caused siltation, and with the remo…

A friend and I were discussing some current trends in popular firearms and it was easy to see that he was a bit baffled by the amount of cash his sons had recently spent on AR-type rifles and …

The opening day of trout season can’t come soon enough. That’s the way it feels this year, especially with less travel, isolation from others, not to mention late winter snowfalls and bone-chi…

It seems that shooters and hunters are in the middle of another ammunition shortage that’s dragging on longer than may be expected. We’ve been through several of these droughts in the past cou…

The snow that covered the landscape is disappearing. It is a welcome change for wildlife and those of us who travel there. For several weeks, walking the winter woods provided its challenges. …

I am writing in response to Wade Robertson’s Feb. 27th column on “Tough Winter for Wildlife”. Wade is correct in that our current winter has been harsher than many recent ones, and wildlife fr…

Steve Colley and I were going ice fishing. We parked and as I walked around the back of the truck and stepped off the road immediately went over my knees in the snow. Good grief! I had to stru…

I awoke from a deep sleep and was immediately angry. Though my thoughts were still cloudy, I was most upset that something had woken me from a satisfying slumber. Deep periods of sleep are bec…

Ah, memories. They are an affirmation of our life and our experiences. Your first love, first child, vacations, special people, joyful moments, great hunts. The list goes on and on.

It would be safe to say, “I didn’t really miss the road trip downstate on a cold and snowy day in January.” For years I have attended the Pennsylvania Game Commission’s January meeting. And wi…

I do believe the year 2020 will not be forgotten anytime soon. I usually look forward to my year-end columns, but this year is a bit different. You see, for some reason, I’m really at a loss f…

I recently had phone calls from two old friends in the same week. I really enjoy hearing from them and we had quite a bit to talk about, as old hunters usually do. These guys are both older th…

Unlike the virus and fever we are currently concerned with, there’s an ailment that specifically targets hunters and can strike at any time: buck fever. I don’t hear that expression as much as…