Our Outdoors: Better Lucky Than Good

I can't tell you what I was reaching for in the boat when I set my rod down. Likely, in the chill of the start to an otherwise perfect Saturday, it was the blue coffee tumbler I had borrowed from my mom, when meeting my brother and a buddy for a drift down my home flow of the Sheyenne River. It could have been one of the tiny, krystal flash jigs I had been taking from the small pile for the soft-b...