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I remember as a young kid lying in the tall grass that grew along the banks of the creek that flowed not far from my home
Have you ever had the feeling that someone or something is watching you?
Column: Simple solution can prevent fatal damage to wildlife.
There is a hint of autumn in the air these days. I guess that shouldn’t be much of a surprise considering…
James Murray closes chapter with the Shuswap Market News/Salmon Arm Observer.
There are certain songs that, when I hear them, well, I have this strong, sudden overwhelming desire to simply drop whatever it is I’m doing
For the past 10 years or so I have concentrated most of my fishing efforts on a number of smaller Interior lakes
Any way you look at it, common sense should tell people that when they’re out in that kind of heat, they need to take along plenty of water
The dog days of summer are well upon us and fishing, at least in many of our Southern Interior lakes, has taken a turn for the worst
Pale orange hues lined the few wispy clouds that hung in the sky at the far end of the lake.
Kids learn by watching and emulating what they see their parents doing - or in some cases, not doing.
Before shoving off in your boat or casting a line on your favourite stream or river, take a good look around you
Last week I decided to get away from everything for a while and go fishing.
The 18th Annual Salmon Arm Kids’ Fishing Derby, hosted by Shuswap Recreation Society, took place under cold, cloudy skies
You know what I’d really like to see: one of those MasterCard ads that you see on television showing the cost of a couple of rods and reels…
Each year, the BC Family Fishing Weekend is held on the third weekend of June.
Saying farewell to a well-loved community member and a good friend.
This past Sunday morning I was down at the end of the wharf putting up posters for the upcoming Salmon Arm Kids Fishing Derby.
For the past three weeks, I have been going down to the end of the wharf to check out the water level of the lake
Often have I stood and cast my line to the unknown – to some momentary flash of silver in the waters out of the corner of my eye