Fishing

Go Long for Groupers

It was a nearly windless morning and the sun was just turning a black night into the grayness of predawn at Atlantic Beach.

Twin 250 Yamaha four-stroke engines mumbled quietly as they warmed up, and the turbulence of the engines’ vibrations on the otherwise quiet water of the boat harbor foretold which boat was being readied for a day of fishing. […]

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Stream Dreams

Although I cut my fishing teeth casting for trout at small Appalachian high-country creeks, there’s something about bronzebacks that lurk in moving water which always has been enchanting. […]