by Dennis Glavin
What do the words “ice fishing” conjure up for you? Like most people, I had visions of crotchety Minnesotans in Elmer Fudd Caps complaining about kids these days as they scowl into the frozen abyss.
What I discovered experienced three years ago when I went...
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It was the first Wednesday of November – Archery Deer Season. As a minimalist archer, I tend to do things the hard way. It’s a long stretch from my recurve bow and cedar arrows that Genghis Khan would recognize to the space-age compounds with peep sights and carbon fiber arrows.
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