Category: Todd Corayer
Dec 3, 2017 | 0 |
Pheasant season is a welcomed, classic celebration of fall. In cut corn fields we walk for hours, stepping over sharp stubs trimmed for silage, pushing past bending brown stalks left for cover. We work brush lots thinned by frost and hungry deer, with briars tearing at our knees, hoping to hear quick cackles before putting up ringneck roosters. Pheasant season means hunters working with their beautiful dogs, both happy as they might ever be.Read More
Nov 15, 2017 | 0 |
APALS are All Purpose Adhesive Light Strips, compact lights which can be critically important in a variety of outdoor situations. Used for lighting your tent, marking a trail, illuminating your space without attracting attention or for calling in rescuers when things get tough, APALS are a must have for anyone who ventures past the front door.Read More
Nov 14, 2017 | 0 |
Parading underneath the stars of Watch Hill, mirroring walkers and gawkers along Narragansett’s sea wall, challenging shore casters beneath Providence’s hurricane barrier or taking a tour of Newport’s cliff walk, albies were hanging tight and lots of guys were catching them while others were just reading reports of the former, wondering where they went wrong. Considering how daytime temperatures have been reasonable for the end of Fall…Read More
Nov 3, 2017 | 0 |
The Wildlife Rehabilitators Association of Rhode Island came to the rescue of a Barred owl entangled in fishing line and hanging from a Warwick tree. Being nocturnal, there’s no telling how long that animal had been stuck there. With assistance from Warwick’s police, fire and animal control officers Amy Violet and Heather Razza, the owl was freed and brought to the Association’s Wildlife Clinic in Saunderstown. After some rest and unruffling of its feathers, the owl should be good to go and will be set free.
Nov 1, 2017 | 0 |
He’s a veteran, a fireman, a husband, a relentless kayak fisherman and a rock solid friend who calls some lucky people, “brother.” Brian’s had some intel on schools of early morning albies and called in fishing partner Tom Adams. The two launched kayaks at dawn, understanding that albies would be moving south soon so every day on the water was precious. Some situations call for fishing solo but more often, being on the water with a friend is the best experience. Tom’s another guy who lives outdoors with a big, natural smile to prove it.Read More
Oct 26, 2017 | 0 |
Hurricane season means months of seaside homeowner angst, beaches wiped clean, low pressure and high surf but what does all that mean for fishing?
Why do some guys fish hard in the days leading up to storms and why does it seem a big Fall blow can shut fishing down for the season?Read More
Oct 5, 2017 | 0 |
It feels dynamite.
You can cast for twenty minutes, slam the rod against the gunwales, curse a blue streak or swear you hate fishing. You can pack so many jigs and snax into a plastic box that the lid cracks and cracks again before you finally give up trying to push it shut. It’s a hit like dynamite.Read More
Sep 14, 2017 | 0 |
Always an outdoors column on the move, this week we go electroshocking catfish in Attleboro, Ma., find out how much you can learn by looking into a five gallon bucket and enjoy a quick discussion on Napoleon’s wallpaper.
Aug 22, 2017 | 0 |
Last year, I had the pleasure to meet Mike Lee, a small business owner from Maine who was promoting his fishing products at an outdoor writers meeting. He’s an engaging guy and we had much in common. A few days ago, we talked for a very long time about his company, family, lures, ambitions and hopes for this new year. Mike has vision.Read More
Jul 28, 2017 | 0 |
Wayne Davis grew up “down The Point” in the early 1950s, when Rhode Island’s Pt. Judith Harbor was a wide-open landscape of lobstermen, fish trappers, quahoggers and draggers, wharves, and fish houses. Fishing made for a good living, so Davis went from high school to the deck of Joe Whaley’s E. Carl Rice Jr., a classic wooden eastern rig. Like those before him, he worked hard inshore and offshore, but one day he realized there was a good living to be made overhead, not in the rigging but in the skies. Now, after more than 40 years of fish spotting, looking for pods of tuna, piles of herring, schools of mackerel and single sleeping swords, Davis cruises above Cape Cod’s shallow shoreline and busy beaches searching for white sharks.Read More
Jul 26, 2017 | 0 |
With that voice, that posture, that presence behind a table, Jack Creighton didn’t need to tell me he was a retired police chief.
His service was as obvious as an unmarked police car. Jack’s the President of the Cape Cod Salties fishing club and it’s pretty clear he works hard to keep members focused on conservation. “We used to do a cod trip,” he told a room full Wednesday night, “but cod ain’t no more.”Read More
Jun 28, 2017 | 0 |
Just this side of the Harrisville Mill Pond dam, a few people leaned over to cast worms into some roiling waters, a few others stumbled around, palms up, squinting while waiting for some silly, animated pseudo-life to appear on tiny screens and across the street, in a cool back of the house conference room, Wayne Barber called to order a meeting of The Swamp Yankee Gobblers.Read More