I was twelve years old, riding shotgun in my dad's Ford Ranger and we were coming back from a fishing trip. A great fishing trip, I might add. As usual with long car rides, we chatted quite ...
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I knew prior to moving to Montana from Florida that winters were going to be quite an adjustment... But Jesus Tapdancing Christ They just go on, and on, and on Every time you think maybe...
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Terrifyingly beautiful and violently calm. The old boat launch was empty. Abandoned, practically. Mildewed picnic tables and a sanded-over concrete boat ramp showed obvious signs of neglec...
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It had been a good day, all things considered. The tourist season was just beginning to take off again and I'd happily spent my morning taking tourists kayaking in Salt Run off of Saint Augustine...
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"I simply can't take it anymore" That was my quick and dirty answer to everyone when they asked why I was moving out of South Florida and leaving my job as guide in the Everglades. It had, in f...
http://theflyingkayak.blogspot.com/2018/11/from-swamp-thing-to-beach-bum.html
Well, that's a good question I suppose. Extremely long story short? I wrote a book! Of course there is much MUCH more to it that just that. But as far as why I haven't hardly written anyt...
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The obnoxious ring tone of your alarm jerks you awake. For a moment, you simply lay there before realizing how strange it is that at some moment in the past, you purposefully chose an alarm styl...
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My excitement grew as we weaved our way down the dusty gravel road into the mountains. Window's down, the cool breeze was a welcomed relief from the oppressive Florida heat that I'd become accus...
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They should be right up ahead.... Just over this rise. I hope Cody's in position... Ducking and weaving, I made my way through the low Junipers on the hillside. It was midday, and the snow clu...
Slowly but surely, the sun was beginning to work its way lower and lower toward the western horizon. Its evening rays lit the frozen, snow covered landscape in a pinkish orange glow, interrupted...
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"Dude I'm fixin to die. We gotta crank that AC", I told my roommate as we sped away in his car on the way to the airport. "I'm melting" It certainly wasn't that hot outside. Especially for Flo...
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As far as days go, you couldn't ask for much prettier. The clear blue Utah skies let the sun shine uninterrupted over the river valley, and the occasional breeze kept the temperature in the comf...
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When you think of a fisherman, what pops into your mind? Is it Ol' Bill Dance, falling backwards off his boat? Maybe it's that dad with his sons on their way to the lake on an early Saturday mor...
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"Yeah!" I yelled over my shoulder to my friend Jamie in the back seat, struggling to talk over AC/DC's Back in Black which was blaring over the radio. "Apparently the guy's nephew went in ther...
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"Oh....Oh God. Oh LORD! THEY'VE FOUND US! Let's go! Grab the dog! Forget the tent, let's just GO!" It was far too early in the morning for this, but there was no escaping it. I ran back and fo...
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The tiny little grasshopper fly lands near the water's edge ever so lightly, it's impact barely sending ripples through the calm water. Slowly but surely, an aggressive predator closes the dista...
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The pale orange light of early dawn had just begun to creep over Wolf Mountain to my east. Slowly but surely, the surrounding valley took shape in the light. From the comfort of my hunting blind...
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Icy cold wind ripped down the ridge line as the truck bounced along. Though it was a clear, sunny day, the wind and temperature was enough to chill to the bone. Luckily, the men in the truck wer...
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Well, after thinking about it forever, I've made the switch away from blogger. My new website is simply: www.TheFlyingKayak.com I encourage everyone to head over there and check it out. I'v...
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Chug, chug, chug...Chug, chug, chug The bright yellow topwater lure slowly but surely made its way back to the boat, each 'chug' sending ripples of water outward in the mirror flat water. The s...
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“Did you hear that?” asked my dad, looking over his shoulder at the ominous dark cloud across the bay. I had, of course, heard the thunder coming out of the massive storm. “Yeah.”, I ...
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Well, new computer is here and it's about time I get back to blogging. I've noticed a trend over the past few years of keeping up with this website where I spend most of my summers working hard a...
Florida ranks number one in the US for lightning strikes. And this summer hasn't been lacking any storms. Thanks to some severe weather, I'm currently blogging this on my phone while sitting on t...
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The muddy brown water of the Flint River lapped silently against the shore as I took a seat in the damp sand. Recent rains had caused the water to be slightly higher than usual, and farther out ...
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It had been a while. A long while, in fact, since I'd taken the kayak out in the saltwater. My Everglades adventure was the last time the big yellow yak had seen action and as I loaded up the tra...
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