I don't remember precisely when I bought my johnboat. Before the kids were born, certainly. Before my first dog. But after I married Julie, which was in 1991, and this I know because instead of ...

As far back as I can remember it seems as if I was part of a wooden johnboat. I recall sitting in one of my grandfather’s johnboats on the creek behind his house when I was very young, sensing that I ...

Skimming along the Sac River, the motorized johnboat picks up speed, pushing the February air deep into your face, chilling the cells, making it difficult to blink. It’s midmorning, and Matt Hill, ...

Farm ponds are great confidence builders. Usually they're full of fish that are not nearly as educated as those in heavily fished public waters. A pond on my father-in-law's farm in South Georgia is ...

A man stood in the doorway of his home, up to his chin in rising water. But he wouldn’t get in the boat. Not until his cats were rescued. Another, a World War II veteran who has told tales of escaping ...

It took three hours to finally subdue the massive gator. Around 8 p.m. on the opening night of South Carolina’s alligator hunting season, Kim Bolen Lawhon helped launch a 17-foot johnboat from ...

Gladys Arne and her friend Emma Raphael, both in their early 20s, set out from a Davenport dock to begin a Mississippi River adventure early the morning of Aug. 15, 1920. Arne was a reporter and ...

They didn’t have spring break way back when. Probably for the best, in my case anyway. I had a tough enough time staying focused in school, and a week off when the days are getting longer and warmer ...