• STRAIGHT ARROW: Bowhunting in the Arctic

    On Sunday morning, Aug. 13, I met Dr. Ron Shrewsbury and his wife at their home at 6:45 a.m., transferred my gear to their vehicle, and we were on our way to the bowhunt of a lifetime.

    Ron and I were headed for the small Eskimo village called Ulukhaktok, (formerly Holman) in the Northwest Territories of Canada to bowhunt muskox, some 300 miles north of the Arctic Circle. WHY?

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: 6 more days

    With only six days until opening morning of the 2017 archery deer season, if you haven’t already checked your equipment, it needs to be done before you trust it hunting.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: A second attempt at Kit Carson Peak

    On July 14, 2000, Bonnie and I drove from Lake City, Colo., to the small town of Crestone on the west side of the Sangre De Cristo mountain range to make another attempt at 14,165-foot Kit Carson Peak.

    We had turned back in 1999 when a steep, frozen snowfield blocked the narrow ledge system that gave easy access to a scree-filled couloir on the east side of the mountain. We didn’t have the right gear for a safe crossing, so we had turned back.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Matterhorn Peak, Colorado

    After our climb on Wilson Peak on July 9, 2000, Bonnie and I went to Cortez, where we stayed for a couple of days resting and sightseeing.

    We went to Four Corners Monument, where Colorado, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico all meet in one point. It’s the only place in the United States where you can stand in four states at one time.

    Next we drove to Monument Valley, Utah, where we drove the dusty, sandy roads that weave amongst the amazing sandstone towers and rock formations that we had seen in countless Western movies, especially the old John Wayne flicks.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Climbing at Telluride, Colo., and Wilson Peak

    After our failed attempt in the Crestones because of me having altitude sickness, Bonnie and I had driven across southern Colorado, where we took time to visit Mesa Verde National Park to see the ancient cliff dwellings. We saw Long House, Cliff Palace and several other ruins. As hot and arid as this area is, it’s hard to imagine how the Pueblo Indians had made their homes under these cliffs.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Altitude sickness can really beat you down

    On July 1, 2000, Bonnie and I arrived back in Colorado to try and climb a few more of the 14,000-foot mountains.

    We flew into Colorado Springs, rented a car and drove to Salida, where we spent the night. The next morning we drove to Monarch Pass and hiked up to the Continental Divide at 11,312 feet to help us acclimatize to the altitude.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Taking it easy before heading home, Colorado 1999

    After our climb on Castle Peak, we still had a week we could spend in Colorado, but with me still having some problems with the kidney stone, we decided to take a break from climbing the 14,000-foot peaks, just take it easy and spend some time in Rocky Mountain National Park.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Climbing Castle Peak, Colorado, 1999

    After climbing Challenger Point on July 10, 1999, Bonnie and I took a day to rest in Salida before driving north on U.S. 24 to Twin Lakes, where we turned west on state route 82, which winds its way to Independence Pass at 12,095 feet, crossing the mountains to Aspen where we hung out in town sightseeing for a few hours before driving 12 miles south of Aspen.

  • FISHING: Local angler hosting big catfish tourney

    A Bardstown man is making a big name for himself in the fishing world, and he’s hoping to introduce others to his love of catfish angling with a tournament event this weekend.

  • STRAIGHT ARROW: Challenger Point and Kit Carson Peak, July 1999

    After climbing Pikes Peak on July 7, Bonnie and I spent two days in Salida, Colo., before heading south on the morning of July 9.

    The plan was to drive to the town of Crestone on the west side of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range, find the Willow Creek Trailhead, and attempt these two mountains from the west. We had tried to climb these peaks from the east before, but altitude sickness for three days had prevented me from getting much above our camp at 11,660 feet near South Colony Lake.