The Sportsman's Corner: Thoughts from Fly-Tying Room

One late night during the recent "polar vortex," I was ensconced in my fly tying room, supposedly reading. Actually, I was probably spending more time daydreaming (although it was nighttime).

I was pretty much staring at the large stash of "valuable" stuff I've managed to squeeze into this glorified closet over time. As I gazed at a print of a gobbler on one wall, I wondered how the turkeys were faring during this frigid night. I couldn't imagine they were comfortable on their roosts. When I looked at a couple buck racks hanging from the walls, I figured the deer were pretty uncomfortable,...