To answer several emails that have rolled in lately, yes, the rumors are true, I also write a summer fishing column for the Homer News.
Homer claims to be the "Halibut Capital of the World" but if things keep up it may add serious whale watching to the menu of cool stuff to do.
I'm one of those offbeat types who enjoys the early morning hours where the eastern sky has yet to develop its personality and merely glows with a muted silver patina.
Hopefully, as you read this piece you are doing so without a dramatic new body piercing in an ultra sensitive place or a Russian River ear stud compliments of some maniac flogging for reds.
Before I get rolling, I'd like to publicly admit that I've finally seen the light, especially after last year's series of fishing safari debacles that were the result of attempting to practice my piscatorial skills on the cheap.
Everyone seems to have their personal definition of when spring officially arrives. Some stick with the "official" March equinox designation that claims it occurs when the Sun crosses the celestial equator on its way north along the ecliptic.
My buddy Willie is one of those guys who always seem to be 10 laps down when it comes to participating in life's grand race.
The Unhinged Alaska staff has been inundated with questions, beefs and psychotic rants about the new marijuana law.
What a long strange week it has been. Sunday and Monday were near normal except for a mild frenzy associated with my wife's departure on Tuesday evening.
I'm not sure what it is about October that puts me into a mood that my wife refers to as my "Grump Month" but it has happened every year since I spotted my first gray nose hair. It's not an aging thing, trust me.
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