Scott Stuerman walks past a group of senior ice anglers, sitting out on a lake on a warm late winter day.

A temperature of minus-20-something degrees wouldn’t seem like ideal conditions to wildlife watch.

Southern Nebraska wears her best colors in the fall, mixing earthy browns with an exhaustive catalog of yellows.

For many hunters, February marks the end to a wonderful season of dining on wild game meats.

Last weekend’s lake trout opener found me sitting in the company of my wife’s uncles on Saganaga Lake, set up in 40 feet of water and hoping to spy a mark on the humming dial of my SONAR flasher.

In August, 1980, I was subscribing to three newspapers: The Free Press, The Star Tribune, and Pioneer Press.

As an on-the-move ice angler, I’m loving this warm winter.

Eleven hours to paradise.

October of 2012 presented perfect conditions for hunting ringneck pheasants in central South Dakota.

It’s funny the impact ice has on the angling psyche.

Christmas eve, 2012, I was sitting 15 feet above a forest floor, bow in hand, waiting for whitetail deer to follow the well-used trail that wound its way only 10 yards from my stand.

Scant weeks ago, the Minnesota waterfowling season seemed to be at an early end due to plummeting temperatures locking up most open water with ice. Not that long ago, I found myself at a prairie pothole, long-handled hammer in hand, breaking ice to entice passing ducks to alight in favorable…

Last December while in Tennessee on a duck hunting trip, I bought my wife a five-liter bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, partly for the immense novelty of size, partly because she loves wine and sharing with our friends.

Right now, the scene outside my picture window looks exactly like a shaken snow globe.

Yesterday’s firearms deer opener couldn’t get here fast enough for legions of hunters across the state. Eight months of a rollercoaster pandemic coupled with a drawn out and ugly election was reason for many men and women to need an escape to the woods. Minnesota hunters and anglers have tur…

There are few events in hunting that match the exhilaration of watching a thick-necked, rutting whitetail buck ghost out of dark timber and approach your deer stand.

In another slight to our battered psyches, Mother Nature pulled the plug on fall early last week, sending the barometer plunging and unleashing the first snowfall of the year.

It’s 3:30 a.m. when the alarms go off, and two angling fanatics are up and dressing.

Midwest whitetail deer hunters are creatures of habit.

Skepticism is a waterfowl hunter’s constant companion.

Jonny Petrowske wakes up each morning nestled between Upper Red Lake, Pine Island State Forest, Big iBog Recreational Area and the Rainy River.

Another southern Minnesota summer has flashed by, driving avid hunters headlong into a busy fall season.

A couple weeks ago, I arose well before sunrise and loaded a kayak into the bed of truck. After securing the little boat, and stowing camera gear and water in the truck, I headed for vast Swan lake.

Several years ago, on a near-perfect October day, yellow lab, Luna and I were striding through knee-high CRP grasses seeking rooster pheasants.

Safety has become a forefront issue in my life.

Heat index.

Late spring camping trips to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness bring some of the best fishing of the year.

October of 1999 found my lab pup, Mercury, and I hidden on a small southern Minnesota slough awaiting the noon waterfowl opener.

You’d better have a good excuse to not be fishing now that the calendar has flipped to June.

In the world of wildlife, water is essential for life. So, it’s no wonder I spend as much time as possible sitting inside my camouflaged kayak, silently prowling the Mankato area’s many waterways.

The first June bug crashed into my windshield on my drive home the other night, a visual reminder of summer’s arrival.

Springtime is well underway.

The world of wildlife spins on without interruption, even in the face of a pandemic.

Two sets of headlights with trailers in tow coasted past me at an intersection in the early morning darkness.

While he expects it to be a little cold on the water Saturday for the annual Minnesota fishing opener, the fishing should warm you up, said Craig Soupir, area fisheries supervisor at Waterville.

Expert dam-building beavers provide distinctive entertainment.

The COVID19 pandemic continues to dominate daily American life with no one unaffected.

The coronavirus scare has had a mild effect on my livelihood but none on my springtime social activities.

There are many places from which to enjoy the Gulf of Mexico.

A powerful argument can be made that the spring season is the best of Minnesota’s four yearly quarters.

With meteorological spring underway and astronomical spring just a few weeks away, the days are lengthening, daylight savings has begun and ice cover on Minnesota’s lakes is starting the receding process.

This winter, albeit pretty mild by Minnesota standards, appears to be diminishing.

The door closes and a shroud of darkness covers the room while light pours in from below.

Wildlife violators are relatively few, despite sensational social media headlines. I try not to spend too much time cruising social media feeds; days or even weeks can go by where I don’t scroll through any internet gossip or news.

There are just some goods in the outdoor world that are timeless classics, equipment that never goes out of style and offers supreme utility.

One of the best aspects of being a bowhunting addict is that the long season allows archers to spend a ton of time perched in high tree stands or awaiting game in ground blinds.

The winter of 2019 came to a close, and I had a conversation with a friend of mine and trusted “wrench” about my aging snow machine.

My longtime bowhunting partner, Paul Ziegler, and I just returned from our annual wild hog hunting trip in southern Oklahoma. Compared to recent hog hunts, this one featured almost idyllic weather — from misty, warm days to bright sunny ones that pushed the temperature well over 70 degrees.