Kevin Tate

Tim Christie's life is a travelogue of where all of us want to be when we grow up. A resident of the high mountains of Idaho, he's spent a lifetime following the world through his camera.

T im Christie's life is a travelogue of where all of us want to be when we grow up. A resident of the high mountains of Idaho, he's spent a lifetime following the world through his camera.

There's a new shape showing up in tackle boxes across the country, and it doesn't look like anything bass anglers have thrown before.

There's a new shape showing up in tackle boxes across the country, and it doesn't look like anything bass anglers have thrown before. Instead of the familiar worms, creature baits and swimbaits that have dominated soft plastics for decades, the hottest lure of the year is a small rubbery ball bristling with soft spines, built to look like a sea urchin. The category has come to be known simply as urchin-style baits, and over the past several months it has gone from a curiosity spotted at trade shows to a fixture on the biggest stages in competitive bass fishing.

The 32nd annual Clay Classic, sponsored by Winchester Ammunition, will be held at Camp Yocona, near Oxford, Friday, August 14 beginning at 9 a.m.

My hair felt like it'd been pasted to my head with three tablespoons of Crisco. My back hurt from sleeping on a board, and my temples pounded from hollering at our swarm of early-teen boys.

When he hit the ground at the base of the tree, Jon Cunningham broke 12 ribs and shattered a string of other bones. He lost the use of his left

T he Boy scrambled along the mountain trail, crossing rocks and climbing higher, up a stair-stepped causeway paved here with dirt, there with rock.

In three weeks, Mississippi hunters will have a chance to put their hands on one of the big bucks they've been watching all summer long.

T hey'd be getting ready to head south now. Somewhere north of north, as far north as all the roads go and beyond lies the tundra, and the quiet.