Grand Marais adventurer Lonnie Dupre has postponed for a year his fourth attempt to reach the summit of Alaska’s Mount McKinley solo in January.RELATED CONTENT
Bill Ralidak says he may have to retire from the News Tribune’s annual Great Venison Sausage Contest.RELATED CONTENT
Today is the final day of the first Arrowhead Ice Fishing and Winter Show at the Duluth Entertainment Convention Center. The show includes manufacturers’ and retailers’ displays of ice-fishing and winter gear, ice-fishing pros offering seminars, and simulated ice-fishing to catch tagged lake trout good for merchandise prizes.
Deep snow and deep cold already are pushing northern Minnesota’s white-tailed deer into mid-winter patterns. They’re seeking cover in conifers and, along the North Shore, probably will be moving down from the ridges to where snow is less deep, biologists say.RELATED CONTENT
Sam Cook column: I see the white blanket most mornings on my way to work. It’s lying on the concrete of a hidden walkway, rumpled and semi-frozen.RELATED CONTENT
A long-eared owl rescued by firefighters from a second-story window ledge in downtown Duluth on Monday died overnight from head trauma, according to a spokesman for Wildwoods, a wildlife rehabilitation organization in Duluth.
A long-eared owl rescued by firefighters from a second-story window ledge in downtown Duluth on Monday died overnight from head trauma, according to a spokesman for Wildwoods, a wildlife rehabilitation organization in Duluth.RELATED CONTENT
We are in the hanging-on time now, just trying to ride through, endure. This is December in the North, with the winter solstice upon us. The final, dark dwindling to the low ebb of our year.
Sam Cook column: I came across the deer carcass in the usual place again this year. Just down the bank along Vermilion Road, well within the city of Duluth.RELATED CONTENT
SAM COOK: The other night, when the moon was full, a couple I know looked out their picture window and saw the moon shining down on Lake Superior. They are the kind of people who know how to seize a moment, to really immerse themselves in an experience.RELATED CONTENT
Every year, the pheasant hunter and his yellow Lab go west in early November. Alone.
SAM COOK: It was a routine Wednesday evening drive home. November. Dark. I noticed, as I tried to merge into traffic, that a shiny SUV in the nearest lane was veering toward me into the merge lane. I found that a little strange.RELATED CONTENT
Sam Cook column: The regulars begin arriving shortly after the shop opens at 6 a.m. Earl Jahr takes his place on a stool by the fishing line. Ward Poppenberg heads straight for the coffee pot. The rest stand with their backs to the minnow tanks or lean on a counter.RELATED CONTENT
The yellow dog was ahead of us on the old logging trail, and when I came around a bend, I could see she was on point. She will do that with pheasants and grouse.RELATED CONTENT
Sam Cook column: Sun-up in North Dakota. I’ve got McClusky in my rearview mirror, just over the dog kennel where a yellow Lab sleeps.RELATED CONTENT
Sam Cook column: The hinterland is somewhere far from home, preferably where there is at least a mile between houses as the redtail flies, where the nighttime landscape is dappled with a handful of yard lights below and about a million stars above. And with good people, who still have time to visit.RELATED CONTENT