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The Search For, Last Camp: Western New York

“People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin…”


Reality and me, have never been friends.

What if you saw things not as they are, but what they could be.

What if your brain doesn’t grasp, can’t.

What if…if was the starting point of your thoughts.

If that is your brain…you know of what John Lennon sings,

people say you’re crazy.

Most of my life I have been told…no…can’t…that won’t work.  And to be honest, most times those yelling at me have been right.  They have all went on to have big homes, big cars, big bank accounts.

And I have not.

I was once told by one of my several thousand bosses, “It’s up to you, what would you rather have, big money, or big dreams, you pick.”

I took dreams,

and left.

“People say I’m lazy dreaming my life away

well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me

when I tell them that I’m doing fine watching shadows on the wall…”

Turns out, he was right, and I was wrong … that dream led to foreclosure…damn near bankruptcy … several years of dealing with court cases and expensive lawyers.

In the end, we won in court, got a big settlement that pretty much went to all the attorneys, but for years after … I kept my dreams to myself.

I was a dream hider, afraid to dream out loud.

So in truth, no matter what the court papers said … said I won … in truth, I lost.




Reality, one.

db, zero.


“… ah, people asking questions lost in confusion

well I tell them there’s no problem, only solutions …

well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind …”


For the past almost 20 years now, I have spent more than 100 days a year on the road.

Doing stories.

This year, 161 days, last year, 140 days, the year before, 150 days,

In the last three years I have spent more than an entire year on the road … plus 80-some days.


From home.

Time lost to my family that I will never get back.  Travel time that beats you up mentally, physically, emotionally.

Time I hate.

Time I love.

I love doing stories, but coming off the road, ends that.

But while doing all that driving, doing all that flying … I been dreaming again.  And if you are going to dream, dream big, if you are going to win, win big, if you are going to fail, fail big.

Life is big.

And this is the dream…Last Camp.

Stories done not one the road … but on my front porch … my dock … around my fireplace.

Bring the stories to me, not the other way around.

Barb calls it, “Writing Camp,” which I like, but for me, it will be my final story, final stories.

My Last Camp.

“…well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind…”

And possibly my Last Camp, will be where my First Camp began…Buffalo, New York

Western New York.

Last Camp: WNY

Could be going back home, and here’s why.

Western New York sits on two inland oceans, with a magical river in-between.

When I bring some of the best anglers in the world to Last Camp to tell me their stories, to tell me about their adventures, to tell me about the romance for being inside the outside … you want to offer them some of the best fishing in the world.

And forget what you hear about Buffalo, about WNY … hear this, remember this … it is an outdoor paradise here … ESPECIALLY… if you fish.

Don’t believe me … check this out:

Buffalo sits on the shores of the 10th LARGEST LAKE ON THE PLANET…9,940 Sq miles of sweetwater.  It is 241 miles long, 57 miles wide at its biggest bulge with an average depth of 62 feet.

Almost 4,000 years old it is filled with Steelhead (what some call Rainbow Trout), Walleye, Bass both Large and Small of mouths, Trout and Salmon.

Lake Ontario, north of Buffalo, but still in WNY is the 14TH LARGEST LAKE ON THE PLANET…7,340 Sq. miles…average depth 283 feet with a max depth over 800 feet.  And like its big sister lake to the south it’s filled with Bass, Salmon and Walleye.

But for me, the magic is in the water between the lakes.

The sweetwater below Niagara Falls … the Lower Niagara River.

Don’t believe me…here’s how the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation describes the Lower Niagara River, “Truly one of NYS finest trout, salmon, fisheries, also offering tremendous overall fishing diversity.”

The lower Niagara is 14 miles long, from the bottom of the falls to Lake Ontario and can be fished 12 months a year.  That’s right, ALL YEAR LONG.

And you can fish for … Chinook Salmon, Walleye, Lake Trout, Brown Trout, Steelhead, Large/Smallmouth Bass, Muskie.

So it is at home, where we will begin The Search, For Last Camp.

With the lower Niagara … Lake Ontario being a focal point.

After this search we will move to the Finger Lakes area of New York State … and then … to what has become my second home … The South … specifically Alabama … and the lakes of the great Alabama Lakes Trail.

And the stories of adventure, zest, and love of being inside the outside told at,

Last Camp.

“…no longer riding on the merry-go-round

I just had to let it go

I just had to let it go.”

Watching The Wheels

John Lennon