The Outdoors

Without a doubt, the Lord put me to the test this fall in the deer stand. Anglers call the muskie the fish of 10,000 casts. I think the whitetail deer could be called the fish of 10,000 minutes.

It was joyful to take part in faith-filled gathering of men as they talked about vocations, spent time in nature

Something happens to Jake Anderson when the leaves change colors in the fall. This year, it occurred while on retreat at Pacem in Terris retreat center near St. Francis earlier this month.

The sun was a ball of red as it made its descent toward the horizon on Lake of the Woods in northern Minnesota on a beautiful evening in late June.

The annual rite of walleye harvest by these bands always comes with more than a little tension, as local sport anglers and fish conservation activists in the area complain about the Native Americans rights.

What kind of person would drive out into the country on a frigid winter night, get out of the car and stand in below-zero temperatures for three hours? “A special brand of idiot,” quip­ped Steve Baranski, who did just that during a recent cold snap that saw temperatures after sunset fall to below zero, with wind chills classified as dangerous.

One of my finest moments in the great outdoors actually took place indoors. I had no plans to spend time outside Oct. 7, other than heading to my office. However, during a brief time of prayer before leaving, my thoughts drifted to a scene unfolding in the woods about 100 miles away, near Little Falls.