I did not fish the tarpon migration this year. Nor did I give chase to hefty spring time redfish wallowing in a meadow of turtle grass or pot-bellied snook foraging before the gentle bubble and foam of a mid-summer beach break. I haven’t even been south of Wall Street in the last six months. All of which is decidedly uncharacteristic behavior for someone […]
West And East
Stripes
Spring. Battleground season in the Northeast when the warm, pleasant and consistent summery weather begins its war of attrition with the holdover days of winter. Short, cold and wet and dug into the latter weeks of the years first quarter like teacup jacks into an acre wide school of mudding redfish and snook. There simply to ruin your good time. The warming trends and […]
One Vague Word
It was the third redfish we had seen since poling up onto the flat. Selfsame as the last two. Oversized and broad across the shoulders and neck where the small brassy scales ran around its collar and met the wide smooth cap at the base of its skull.
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Bar Tricks
It has been more than three full months since I have been able to fly a loop, with its tiny payload of steel and fur and feather, towards the scaled, torsional flesh of a gamefish. And, what is perhaps even worse, is that it has been almost as long since I’ve been afforded the time to sit down and write. […]
The End
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The 2013 Herman Lucerne Memorial Backcountry Fishing Championship
I first learned of the Herman Lucerne Memorial about three and a half years ago. It was during the wee hours of a Monday night. Or a Tuesday morning depending on which side of the sleep cycle you may have been on. I was shivering at the bottom of a January cold front in my tiny radiatorless room, in […]
The Psychopomp and the Angler
Ferrying deceased fish, glistening effigies to a former prowess, onto to their final resting places is my profession. I do not dispense the deathblows, as I am but a humble butcher. I lay no judgement upon the fish beyond that which dictates the preparation of their flesh. I move them quickly and freshly onward through the afterlife, and no second […]
Fire!
Six years ago I left south Florida, where my angling heart will forever lie, for New York City. I took a job with one of the preeminent seafood wholesalers in NYC, to run their twenty-five seat oyster bar and grill in Murray Hill, feeling at the time that if I was no longer able to launch odd and colorfully adorned, […]