It only seems apt to run the Stray Cast here.
After all, this Web log is named for the Stray Cast, which has snapped off the end of the outdoors column in the Sun-Times on Wednesdays since April 2, 2003.
One team feels like shooting Wildcat Rapids on the Vermilion, all spray and rocky pandemonium on a white-knuckle ride. The other side? Floating a tube in a becalmed subdivision pond, all mosquitoes and small irritants on a trip nowhere.