by Chris Hunt - Friday, Jul 2nd, 2021
No, you can’t actually see the tide drain the blonde sand flat southeast of Clarence Town harbor, but it happens fast. And it happens in toto. As in, when the tide goes out, it goes all the way out, leaving behind something akin to a Walmart parking lot after a thunderstorm.
Seemingly, one minute the warm Caribbean water is there. The next, it’s gone.
by Chad Shmukler - Thursday, Jul 1st, 2021
The 4x4s that dot the sands of Cape Poge on Chappaquiddick Island aren’t typically lined up in what anyone would call end-to-end fashion. Even at Wasque Point, which sits at the southeastern end of the island and is one of the most popular fishing spots on the entirety of Martha’s Vineyard, pressure is usually light enough that anglers aren’t on top of each other.
by Tom Davis - Wednesday, Jun 30th, 2021
My fishing companion Dennis LaBare was fighting his sixth or seventh heavy smallmouth of the float when his rod blew up. That it was a make I’d never heard of until that moment may or may not be relevant. That a Menominee River smallmouth was the agent responsible for the only rod to blow up on me while fishing may or may not be relevant, also, although it seems a little too convenient to chalk up to mere coincidence.
by Tom Davis - Friday, Jun 25th, 2021
One summer day in 1937, the mother of Simon Schultz—his given name was Clarence, but no one called him that—sent him on the kind of errand most teenaged boys only dream about: catching a mess of trout for supper. Like a lot of families in Depression-era Wisconsin, the Schultzes, who lived in Washburn on the shores of Lake Superior, depended heavily on hunting, fishing, and foraging to keep the larder stocked and their bellies filled.
There were a lot of Schultz bellies to fill, too: Simon was one of 16 children.
by Ben Kryzinski - Thursday, Jun 24th, 2021
If you’re like me and you’re watching in horror as trout streams across America take one body blow after another thanks to the ongoing heatwave (and in some parts of the country, record drought), you’re wondering if trout fishing will ever be the same. You may even be considering throwing in the towel for the foreseeable future. In some areas, where low water levels, record high temperatures and warming waters are proving perilous to coldwater fish, it may be a while before hitting the river with a clear conscience is even an option.
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