Profile of Paul Smith

Paul Smith, a native of Spaniard’s Bay, fishes and wanders the outdoors at every opportunity. He can be contacted at flyfishtherock@hotmail.com.

All articles of Paul Smith

  • I never was a moose

    I parked the bike and lit the woodstove to warm up the place a bit. The deck thermometer read -7 C, a bitter cold day compared to recent daytime ...

  • Facilities first, and fly fishing on Mars

    They might build cabins in the Martian forest or own sailboats on lovely glacier-fed lakes. Who knows what the future holds?I think it is ...

  • Snowshoes or fly rod?

    I’m writing on Sunday morning, Jan. 12, and it’s pouring rain outside, a stark contrast to last week when I scribbled wearing my headlamp during ...

  • Blackout 2014 got me thinking about tarpon

    I salvaged the remnants of our Christmas turkey out of the freezer and Goldie peeled a bunch of vegetables while I was out on the ATV plowing the ...

  • Someone with a lot of pull must be praying for snow

    Not like me. I love snow. But I have stopped praying for it, for the sake of those, including my wife, Goldie, who much rather sunshine and balmy ...

  • Eider duck for supper

    Also, this tale of unconventional waterfowling speaks to how easily accidents can happen, and why there are laws against hunting in populated ...

  • Christmas reflections

    I’m not likely to be spotted outside at night, Nikon on tripod, attempting some digital art in fog and rain. Give me a cold frosty night with ...

  • Christmas reads and spoon carving

    Personally, I think of Ray Mears. In my humble woodsy opinion, I think he’s the master of bushcraft media and education.I’m sure there are ...

  • Bald Headed Teacher on the hill

    I don’t like clearing windshields and driving on slippery roads to get to work, but I sure love hiking about in the snowy woods.I woke up this ...

  • Serious off-season salmon stuff

    In the context of the season, I have been writing about hunting and woods-related stuff. Last week I dealt with frozen boots, a far cry from July ...