The Consummate Outdoorsman, Gary Lewis, Shares His Insights
“He’s the third one from the left,” I said, without pulling away from the spotting scope. Almost a quarter mile away, a herd of deer grazed on the edge of the field. Behind them stood a partially-constructed eight-foot field fence. Behind the fence rose a hill, crested by rimrock and dotted with juniper trees.
When I began to go along on hunting trips with my Dad and later with an uncle and cousin, we drove any road we wanted to, parked where we wished and hiked from there. That was then and quite frankly we saw less game in those days. Forest road closures, have changed all that. And […]
A few years ago, headed downriver from Maupin, I stopped to check out a platform that had been built out over the Deschutes River. While I stood there looking down at the water, a fellow pulled up in an old pickup and began to assemble his tackle. Mere months before, an uninsured, unlicensed drunk driver […]
The day after a recent 3-D archery shoot I spent some time looking at my scorecard and straightening bent arrows. I’ve been using and getting used to a new bow over the past few months. Thus far, my shooting has been confined to my back yard and a homemade target. Without being able to safely […]
They took out the stoplight on I-90 in 1991 and the townsfolk in Wallace, Idaho, their feelings hurt by the freeway bypass, proclaimed a manhole cover the Center of the Universe. I remember the stoplight. We stopped there in the 1970s on a trip to Montana. We ate lunch in a diner then hit the […]
By the time we had bought bows, scrapped a dozen arrows, purchased tags and supplies for the trip there wasn’t much money left for camo gear. Figuring that if it was good enough for the US Army ten years ago it was good enough for us, we went looking for surplus army clothes with other […]
A cougar screamed at us as we walked home in the dark one night along the Kalama river. I’ve encountered black bears at less than ten yards – one stealing honey from bees, another standing on her hind legs to get a closer look at me. On each occasion I walked carefully away, albeit with […]
When you hunt, fish, hike or camp anywhere in Oregon, you’re never far from traces of the past. If you take the time to look, an ancient trail through the pass, petroglyphs above the river, broken pottery in the water and obsidian flakes in old campsites all bear mute testimony to those who’ve gone before.
Up on the bridge, the captain fired the 350 horse diesel and the engine leaped to life. Below, the deck hand cast off mooring lines and we slid away from the dock, Newport’s bay front fading into the fog-shrouded morning. Before us, the mist parted, revealing the Yaquina Bay Bridge, spires and arches lifting high […]
I worked my way out of the valley timber and eased through a stand of trees on a long finger ridge. The rim above, where winter snows melted in late spring, extended long timbered fingers down to the valley. Deep canyons and meadows between the ridges grew knee-high grass in the summer where snow and […]