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In nation’s capital, life moves at a different pace
Sam Cook column: We’re sitting outside a Starbucks on a cool morning in Washington, D.C. The city flows by in all directions.
RELATED CONTENTNorthland anglers find success at Island Lake bridge
Anglers have enjoyed sunshine and fishing early this season at the Island Lake bridge.
RELATED CONTENTSteelheaders are ready for a run on the North Shore
The scene couldn’t have been more idyllic in a purely North Shore way. On one side of the river, a rock cliff rose vertically for perhaps 40 feet. Lush cedar trees clung to the rock, defying all natural laws.
RELATED CONTENTField reports: Hermantown native’s brook trout memories published
Some Duluth residents might remember Harry Peterson, who grew up in Hermantown about 60 years ago. Peterson, who now lives in Middleton, Wis., wrote a story about brook trout fishing that appears in the Spring 2013 issue of the American Fly Fisher journal. The story, titled “A Boy’s Trout Stream,” describes Peterson’s memories of fishing Miller Creek as a young boy with his friend Gordy Engberg.
Battling eagles make crash landing at Duluth airport
Two adult bald eagles made an unplanned landing on the tarmac at the Duluth International Airport on Sunday.
RELATED CONTENTField reports: Voyageurs moose population appears stable
About 46 moose are roaming the woods of Voyageurs National Park near International Falls, according to the park’s recently completed aerial survey. The 2013 population is similar to estimates from 2009-11, park officials said. No survey was conducted in 2012. The calf-to-cow ratio and the percent of calves in the population were relatively high in 2013, also similar to estimates from 2010-11.
Smelt on the run in Lake Superior
It’s 10:30 p.m. Lights are snuffed out in homes across the hillside as Duluth settles in for a good night’s rest.
RELATED CONTENTOn scale not seen since 1950, Minnesota fishing opener on ice
On Thursday morning, just two days before Minnesota’s fishing opener, Mark Lease of Grand Rapids had a problem. It was the same problem thousands of other anglers were facing: Most northern Minnesota lakes were still sealed under a few feet of ice.
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Urgency to get outdoors grows as we age
Sam Cook column: Up along a river on the North Shore, the steelhead angler said something that seemed to transcend the simple act of fishing. He said he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to fish like this. He is at that place where most of us will get one day.
RELATED CONTENTSam Cook: Moms made for outdoors
Maybe Minnesota’s moms are behind this late ice-out scenario. Maybe they just got a little weary of sharing their Mother’s Day weekend with the opening weekend of Minnesota’s fishing season.
RELATED CONTENTIt’s time to get down and dirty
SAM COOK: No matter what manner of physical activity you pursue this time of year, you’re looking for trouble.
RELATED CONTENTContrite call sends good vibe
Sam Cook column: It was hard to tell where this call was going. “I unfortunately met you on the Lakewalk yesterday,” a woman’s voice was saying.
RELATED CONTENTWe choose to put up with more
SAM COOK: One morning last weekend, I rose early and took my book to the patio. No breeze stirred. The water in the pool was glass. Nobody else was up.
RELATED CONTENTSam Cook column: It’s April. What did you expect?
My wife, Phyllis, was sitting at the computer the other night when she began laughing. A friend of hers, according to a Facebook post, said her young son had looked out the window and started singing, “Jingle Bells.”
RELATED CONTENTSouthern loon’s call moves the mind north
SAM COOK: I stepped out of my tent last Friday morning and heard the unmistakable cry of a loon. But the bird wasn’t anywhere near Minnesota.
RELATED CONTENTSam Cook: Sticker surprise causes short-lived embarrassment
Most of us try to maintain a decent image of ourselves. Just a sense of, “I’m OK. I’m getting by. I’m doing all right today.” I mean, don’t we?
RELATED CONTENTSatisfied with signs of smoke
Sam Cook column: Like a lot of other non-Catholics, I suppose, I was fascinated once again this week by the smoke signals from the Sistine Chapel. Black smoke, no new pope yet. White smoke, new pope.
RELATED CONTENTShades of the many who paved the way
SAM COOK: We like to think we choose our own path in life, set our goals and make our way in the world. But sometimes we take for granted those who opened our eyes to new horizons, took a chance on us or provided course corrections along the way.
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