- A weekend sunshine escape to Punta Gorda-Englewood
By Forrest Fisher
As winter stubbornly hangs around parts of the Northeast and Midwest this year, many travelers are beginning to wonder if spring simply forgot to show up. Snowflakes in April and freezing mornings in May have a way of crushing dreams of a luscious springtime. With flip-flops afoot, we found that Southwest Florida has the cure — and it comes with soft sand, warm Gulf water, shark teeth, and grouper dripping in lemon basil butter sauce.
Sometimes all it takes is a quick three-day getaway to reset the soul. Better yet, several airlines recently discovered they still have seats to fill with the transportation void going on, and travelers lucky enough to notice can be rewarded with bargain airfare prices. Suddenly, escaping the cold became less fantasy and more “Why aren’t we packing already?” So, we did.
We found that beaches near Tampa, St. Petersburg, and Sarasota are very popular, but the real hidden gems sit farther south around the Punta Gorda-Englewood Beach area. Especially near Manasota Key and Gasparilla Island. Here, visitors trade traffic jams and crowded resorts for peaceful beaches, warm Gulf of America waters in the low 80s, and accommodations that won’t require a second mortgage.

Even sweeter, some of the summer season rates are already kicking in and that means less cost. Some rental properties are already offering discounts. Budget travelers may want to sit down before hearing that.
The beaches themselves are reason enough to visit. The sand is soft, the clear surf is gentle, and the shoreline hides one of Florida’s most unusual treasures — fossilized shark teeth. Millions of years ago, prehistoric sharks cruised these waters, and today their age-old fossilized teeth regularly wash ashore. Visitors armed with nothing more than sunglasses, sunscreen, flip flops, a towel, and a resealable plastic bag can spend hours combing the beach like pirate treasure hunters. Imagine discovering shark teeth from the era of 5 to 20 million years ago! We did it. So cool.
Finding a few shark teeth is common. Finding dozens is exciting. Finding hundreds over a long weekend? Entirely possible. Somewhere along the way, grown adults begin competing like contestants on a reality show called America’s next “Top Fossil Hunter.” It’s a bikini battle at times, all in fun.

Eventually, yep, thirsty pallets and beach hunger arrive. The good news is that this area shines brightest once dinner begins. Many choices for beverages and top tier menu alternatives. Some of the best chef choices are on the blackboard menu as you enter the eateries.
One standout stop was the legendary Lock ‘N Key Restaurant, sitting directly across from Englewood Beach. In fact, it’s so close that showering after the beach almost feels optional. Sand in your flip flops? Nobody notices. The outdoor seating, tiki-style atmosphere, and reggae music lingering on their roadside patio, yea, makes the entire place feel more Caribbean than Florida. We loved it.
Then there’s happy hour — a magical stretch from noon until 5 p.m. featuring pull tabs where drinks can cost as little as 50 cents — if you’re lucky. Somewhere, beach bar accountants are weeping tears of joy, because this is a popular ploy.
The Lock ‘N Key has been beautifully renovated following recent hurricane seasons and offers both indoor air-conditioned comfort and the outdoor tiki seating. The menu reads like a love letter to seafood fans.

One dinner selection originally featured tripletail Oceana, but when the kitchen ran out of tripletail, they substituted grouper instead — a swap that I did not complain about. The thick-cut fish (one-inch plus) was topped with shrimp bathed in lemon basil butter sauce, accented by Roma tomatoes, and served alongside rice with carrots and asparagus. Calling it “delicious” almost feels disrespectful. It was the kind of meal that causes conversations at the table to stop because everyone is too busy smiling and chewing. Mmmm-mmm-huh. You know the conversation.

Several nearby dining options kept our culinary momentum rolling.
Ken & Barb’s Grove City Kitchen delivered chef-inspired comfort food inside a lively atmosphere that felt like an episode of Cheers. We loved that bar seating arrangement choice but chose a table. Everybody seemed to know everybody there, and if they didn’t, they were pretending convincingly by dessert.
Not far away, Farlow’s-on–the-Water offered a more upscale dining experience with expertly prepared fresh Gulf seafood and polished presentations worthy of food magazine covers. It’s the type of place where you briefly consider ordering something sophisticated before realizing you’re still wearing flip flops and sunburn.

We met Keith Farlow on our visit there. He shared stories about how his fish comes to the restaurant. He shared his love for Caribbean style food and the adaptability of the chefs at the restaurant to help satisfy any menu desire for their customers. All their food is made fresh daily and the herbs in their delicious dishes are grown in a garden right there at the restaurant. You’re allowed to tour the garden! The service staff was entertaining about describing their seafood and assorted meat menu options, and cocktail beverages were not faked. Full pours of the real stuff. By the way, the Triple Tail here was delicious.
Between these restaurant stops; breakfast almost became unnecessary. The dinners alone seemed capable of fueling an entire shark tooth expedition the following morning. And did for us.
Accommodations also played a major role in the getaway success. Rental homes through Tarpon Real Estate provided spacious, hassle-free lodging perfect for families or groups of friends.

Many of these homes sit near the water and feature multiple bedrooms, private pools, peaceful surroundings, and all the comforts of home — except with palm trees and considerably better sunsets. Many of them are for sale, too, in case you had thoughts of escaping the north for all time.
That may be the greatest appeal of the Punta Gorda-Englewood area. It doesn’t try too hard. There are no giant theme parks, no overwhelming crowds, and no exhausting schedules. Instead, visitors find warm water, uncrowded beaches, excellent seafood, hidden shark teeth, tropical drinks, and enough relaxation to forget what day it is.
And honestly, if you return home with a bag full of prehistoric shark teeth and lingering dreams about grouper in lemon basil butter sauce – that sounds like a successful weekend. We made our stay a 4-night expedition, after all, how often do we do things like “go away?”
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like spots along the shore. High above, the first flight of Canada Geese was honking in V-shaped formations. On one tree, there was a small group of brightly colored American Goldfinch birds having a morning singing clutch. Not far away, there was a Sharp-Shinned Hawk to one side of the tree, and a Coopers Hawk on a tree not far away, the other way. All species have their ways in nature; they all struggle to survive each day, just like we people folk, but they have no concern about import taxes and electric bills. I grinned again. It was so good to be here.









When I got older, Fall was, and still is, my favorite time to be by myself outdoors. It was hunting time. I was in tree stands and blinds hunting deer, turkeys, and ducks. I marveled at the kaleidoscope of colors that surrounded me. I enjoyed the cool nip in the air.
That urge to be by myself, I have done so many times in my life, is coming on again. It has been building for a few months, and I must go. To a valley, by a creek, surrounded by wooded hills. Maybe I will take my fishing rod. Maybe I will take my hiking shoes. Maybe I will take my camera. Maybe I will take my tent and camp on a hill where I can see the beautiful country around me. Maybe I will take a hammock and hang it between two trees. Maybe, I will take a book. Maybe I will work on a story like this one.
I will fish a little. Lie around. Read. Gather some firewood. Go for a swim in the creek. Lie around. Contemplate what it was like when Indians or settlers were there. Look at cloud shapes. Lie around. Listen to the water flowing and wonder where it goes on its journey. Skip rocks. Look for arrowheads. Take a nap. Build a campfire. Look at the stars and thank God for what He has done in my life. Thank Him for my family, my church, and all that He has created for me to enjoy all these years, and what few years I have left.


Dale explains, “Gamma’s extruded monofilament and fluorocarbon lines are molecularly altered, creating filaments with an unprecedented combination of flexibility, shock resistance, strength, abrasion resistance, and low memory when compared to filaments of the same or similar material composition. The patented Gamma processing breaks down the stiff, long-chain molecules created during extrusion and drawing while creating millions of intermolecular bonds to cross-link the structure, resulting in a stronger, more flexible line.”

Gamma Line is one of those products that anglers may be skeptical about until they actually fish with it for a period of time. Dale says, “I know because I was one of those skeptics. It took an entire season of using 6-pound Gamma Edge on a favorite smallmouth/walleye spinning outfit to sway me. It performed much better than expected. For example, during fall trips for river smallmouth in deep current pools where snagging debris piles frequently occurred, I would accidentally snag debris and hold the boat in the strong current with my 6-pound Gamma. In contrast, others on board caught bass from all around the sunken cover. From then on, all my rods were spooled with Gamma, including daily use of 4-pound test Gamma Panfish Copolymer on a half-dozen customer rods during my stint as a crappie guide.”










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The Livewell Buddy is a flexible, floating net that allows the fish to move freely thru circulated water and easily fits in any standard Livewell, or it can easily be attached alongside a boat, canoe or kayak that is not equipped with a Livewell to store your catch or your bait fish. It also can be tethered to you when wade fishing. As you fish, simply drop your catch into the Livewell Buddy’s durable silicone net.
Retrieving your entire catch out of the Livewell Buddy is as simple as grabbing the floatation ring and lifting the Livewell Buddy out, along with your full bounty. There is no need to net or handle the fish, which eliminates the dreaded “fish splash” and “finning” injuries. For culling the smaller fish, the Livewell Buddy is a non-invasive alternative to conventional cull systems. After culling the smaller fish, simply drop the Livewell Buddy back into the water or your Livewell.


Not too many anglers can resist trying out these new lures. Every year I stock up on more than I should, but they all look so good and some turn out to be valuable additions to my tackle box. If you don’t try them, you will never know if they would work for you or not. Beside, trying them is part of the fun!





One of the biggest things we can control as deer hunters is our scent, but it’s not easy. We all perspire, we sweat when we walk out with our gear, climb a tree and set up. The gentle wind from whatever direction helps to disperse the “hunter alert” smell to all area wildlife populations. What can we do to get better to remove our human odor and wildlife alarm scent
? Read on.
The 110 Folding Hunter® is one of America’s favorite knives, this version, the 110 Folding Hunter® LT, will undoubtedly follow in suit. Weighing barely over 3 ounces, the LT is created with lightweight molded nylon, drastically reducing its weight while maintaining the same quality as the original Folding Hunter®. The clip point blade is finished with Buck’s advanced Edge2x blade technology for unbelievable sharpness and edge retention out of the box.





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With a full day’s rest from an epic road trip to Ohio, mother’s day morning hunt proved to be much a surprise in so many ways. Having spotted turkeys in farm fields below public game lands in Truxton, New York – in Cortland County, I thought I might give it a go for a few hours before having to pick up flowers I had on order.
Knowing the terrain between us, I was able to cut the distance to a hundred yards and settled up against a big old maple tree. Mind you the bird was gobbling every 60-90 seconds without any encouragement.
The entire hunt lasted a little more than an hour and twenty minutes, with a ton of gobbling and a gobbler after all said and done that ran back up the hill in one big hurry. All in all, a very memorable hunt. Every bit as fast and furious as any hunt I have had on private property. It was a very short walk back up the hill to the truck. 




































































As anglers we all have a list of lakes, rivers and streams that have the potential to satisfy our ultimate desire; to completely outdo ourselves. This past season (early June) I encountered one such body of water; beautiful Rainy Lake which borders Ontario and Minnesota.
Picture this, you have a fantastic night sleep in a big comfy bed, then you wake up to hot coffee in your cabin. Next, you are treated to a big delicious breakfast just in time for your guide to grab your gear and whisk you away to the promised land of smallmouth bass, pike and walleye. Oh, and I should mention, they send you on your way with a packed lunch and maybe even a wise crack from Wayne (if you are lucky).
Fast forward to your return from a day of fast, furious fishing, the kind that one can only daydream about, and you are greeted by Wayne, who wants to get the lowdown on your day. The main lodge is the perfect meeting place after a day on the water to tell as many lies as you want about your exploits. Here you will find a counter full of snacks, a fridge full of whatever you fancy (beer for our group) and a beautiful view as a backdrop to all the fish stories you can stand. To me, this is paradise and exactly what the doctor ordered. What’s next? Well, a delicious three-course dinner in a beautiful wood cabin that’s what. I tell you, I must have gained five pounds during our event and I was not complaining. The cabins are spacious and comfortable, the food is plentiful and so are the fish. Win, win, win and that’s that.
After breakfast we got prepped and headed out only to be greeted with some of the most horrendous weather I have ever fished in by choice. Severe cold front, high winds and rain had me in doubt and I tell you this, I couldn’t have been more wrong. My partner in crime on this trip, Gary Abernethy (Live Target and those great “Bait Cloud” lures) and I lost count of our catches. It was simply unbelievable. We boated an estimated 90+ fish that day which included smallmouth, pike and walleye. I can’t describe how much fun it was to cast out a crankbait or tandem willow spinnerbait into shallow banks, points and reefs having no idea what would attack it next. Our big fish producer for smallmouth that day was the Live Target Crawfish Square Bill in brown/chartreuse while various spinnerbaits with silver flashy blades accounted for large numbers of pike, smallmouth and the odd walleye.
My set-up for spinnerbaits/jerkbaits was a 7’ St.Croix (med/heavy) “Mojo Bass” rod which performed flawlessly the duration of the trip. I matched it with an Abu Garcia Ambassadeur reel spooled with 20-pound braid and paired with a 12-pound fluorocarbon leader (Gamma Edge). For the crankbaits, I matched a 5.4:1 cranking reel (baitcaster) spooled with 10-pound fluorocarbon and paired up with a 6’6” medium-action (Jason Mitchell) rod which was buttery perfection for those square bills. Day two was all about shallow diving jerkbaits, which by the way produced one of the biggest smallmouth of the entire trip. Actually, it was a Live Target silver/blue Rainbow Smelt that triggered a post spawn smallmouth to attack. Thanks again Gary.
This short but successful outing was done on the southern arm with ace guide, Jamie Bruce. Again, we had only a couple of hours on the water and Rainy Lake produced once again. Really, this lake is nothing short of amazing.
By Joe Forma
The hosts at F&B Upland are Fred Paye and Bill Surridge. These great guys run a superb hunt in what they maintain as traditional Western New York bird cover. As we step afield, we are transported back to the 1970’s when Ringed-necks were so prevalent locally. The 200 plus acres of hunting land features standing corn, soybean fields, hedgerows and acres of natural red brush.
A real highlight of this hunt was George’s grandson, Dom, a 12 year-old super hunter. Andy was really glad to have a youngster along to promote the future of his sport. Dom couldn’t have been a better sportsman even at his young age. He always held his cut-down Remington 20 gauge pump at a proper port arms position, as instructed. He showed no impaired nerves or excitement, but hunted like he had done it a dozen times, not his first time. He was an excellent shot. He downed at least six hard-flying pheasants with single shots. I didn’t see him miss.
The afternoon hunt was for an additional 25 Ringnecks. The dogs continued their excellent work and showed no signs of fatigue. They are well trained and well exercised, so they never quit, though some of us older sports slowed down just a bit. The shooting was right on the mark though and the birds flushed hard with disconcerting cackling.
A tribute to all was that not a single bird was lost as a cripple. Great shooting and great retrieving by the dogs. By around 3:00 p.m., there five happy hunters and one old photographer, me, who decided one last push thru the soybean field would do it. It produced our last kill, a long-tailed, beautifully feathered cock bird.

By Forrest Fisher
The hookset felt so solid. When I saw the hook-up point of interface, I understood why. It was buried to the sharp-corner bend of the new shank design. The new hook has good retention. The sticky-sharp Piercing PointTM provides a nice path for the surgically sharp hook point to bury itself, removing the old advantage that physics and old-style hook shapes have provided to the fish. Advantage to the angler.



By Gord Pyzer
Jason dug deep into his tackle bag and pulled out a Fergie spoon that we intended to use the next day for walleye (above). He removed the wire holding the brass and glass clacker, and tied the noisemaker to the end of his line. Then he attached the same minuscule jig he’d been using without success to the rig’s split ring. After dropping it down the hole, Jason shook the contraption briskly enough that he could feel the brass weight sliding up and down the wire, banging against the glass beads. In short order, he was icing crappie after crappie after crappie (see the opening picture).
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