McClusky Gazette Sports
Progress towards a mess
By this point in the ice season, what was once a well organized ice house is now a disaster.
Getting set for spring
Advertisements for boat shows, the arrival of 2021 tackle catalogs, and a pileup of daily email blasts highlighting new rods and reels are all signs that we’re turning the corner toward spring.
Today is tomorrow
Shortly after purchasing my first boat, a used 1986 Grumman Sportsman found on the classified ad page of a regional fishing website that has long since gone under, I added a Humminbird 300 TX fishfinder to the console and snaked the black wire back to the transom of the craft.
Just one
“I bet you can’t eat just one” was the long-time slogan of Lay’s potato chips, and really with about half a century of food science and consumer studies behind the product at the time, the tagline for the easy-to-consume junk food was right on, and still probably is.
Takeaways from 2020
The ball had dropped, the calendar had turned. 2020 was officially in the rear-view mirror.
Cease and Desist Order issued against scammer Joseph Elkhatib dba Sports Media Marketing
Attorney General Wayne Stenehjem issued a Cease & Desist Order against Joseph Elkhatib, dba Sports Media Marketing, of Fort Worth, Texas, for violations of the state’s consumer fraud law, do not call law, and charitable solicitations laws.
By comparison
It isn’t fair to compare hunting dogs, not among friends or fellow hunters, or even among the different ones owned throughout a person’s lifetime.
Late season haunts
While much of pheasant country remains free and clear of snow cover at the moment, it’s likely that at some point in the back stretch of the season we’ll be looking at a white Christmas and a frosty finish to the upland hunting calendar.
Doe fever
The first morning of muzzleloader season arrived clear, cold, and calm. With just the faintest bit of dawn edging over the eastern hills, I ventured down to the southernmost stretch of a favorite piece of public access land and followed the flags along the hillside break to the final mark on my GPS.
What I'd hoped for
I can still hear the whisper from my left and sense Gene leaning in as the deer emerged in the first tree line below our position on the top of the hillside along the Sheyenne River valley one temperate November evening in 2008