Pat Neal

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE COLUMN: Next time you’re on the water, heeere kitty, kitty, kitty

LAST WEEK I got an announcement from PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, about a proposal for the next edition of the Merriam… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE COLUMN: Ain’t that a punch in your card

APRIL CAN BE the cruelest month. It's when we are forced to turn in our income tax and turn in our punch card. The first… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE COLUMN: Different way to see red while fly fishing

FISHING HAS ALWAYS been a metaphor for life. In fishing and in life, you must have a vision of your goal. We cast our offering… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE COLUMN: Earth Day, dammed rivers and overharvesting

I REMEMBER THE very first Earth Day back in the 1970s. Fishing must have been slow, since I was in school. They herded us into… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE: Digging up the oldest fishing law

THANK YOU FOR reading this. Sometimes I think if you didn't read this, no one would. But you do. I get mail from faraway places… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE: Counting marmots for fun and profit

YOU HEARD IT here first: I'm through writing this column once I get my new job as a marmot surveyor. I am uniquely qualified for… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE COLUMN: A cacophony of wilderness vexation

DAYLIGHT ON THE river comes mighty early these days. It is a peaceful time of day to watch the stars fade away as the sunrise… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: What defines a good day’s fishing?

"CALL ME WHEN the fishing's good," my fancy friend said. I wish had a dollar for every time I heard that one. As a professional… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE: Spinning endangered species roulette

ALL I HAVE ever tried to do as a wilderness gossip columnist was to remove the dirty linen from the seamy underbelly of our local… Continue reading

PAT NEAL’S WILDLIFE: Fishers don’t know their boundaries

IT'S ALWAYS SAD to see a lost-animal poster. Many people, myself included, can become so attached to animals that we become desperate to find them… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: The treasure of the sierra Olympics

I WAS RESEARCHING the history of the Dungeness River by driving old-timers around their old stomping grounds and listening to them argue over what happened… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: The last of the true mountain men

AS I MENTIONED last week, the first thing I did when my old friend, Harry, told me he was having a stroke on our way… Continue reading

Outdoors column by Pat Neal — “Sometimes, you just go with the best”

FEBRUARY MUST BE my favorite month. It's when we catch the biggest steelhead of the year. Steelhead don't feed when they enter fresh water, so… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: The history of history

THEY SAY THE fear of public speaking is one of the greatest anxieties people face. I'll have to admit that speaking in public is one… Continue reading

PAT NEAL COLUMN: Giving kids the outdoors experience

THERE ARE PEOPLE who say it is OK to camp without a campfire. I ain't one of them. Building a campfire is one of the… Continue reading

PAT NEAL COLUMN: Fishing with sexy weather reports

SOMEONE ASKED ME recently when it was going to stop raining. If I could predict the weather, do you think I'd waste my time as… Continue reading

In the grays of winter (Pat Neal outdoor column)

JANUARY CAN BE the darkest and most depressing month of the year. January is when your Christmas bills come in — the stress of which… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: New Year’s resolutions born to fail

BY NOW, I think we've all had it up to here with the know-it-all newspaper columnists telling us what our NYRs -- New Year's resolutions… Continue reading

PAT NEAL COLUMN: A giant and a kindred spirit in Tim Quinn

“There were giants in the earth . . .” — Genesis 6:1-4 It's been my privilege to know some of the giants, although it was… Continue reading

PAT NEAL COLUMN: The last day of salmon

My name is Pat. I am a fishaholic. It has been 24 hours since I caught a fish. I remember it like it was just… Continue reading