The SLACK TIDE LOUNGE
I’ve found that in fishing a tidal river like the Lower Potomac River, you figure out that the fishing is a little less productive on the slack tide. This is a good time to have a bite to eat, hit a marina for gas, or raft-up with a fellow fishing boat and catch-up on things. There’s often a lot of information exchanged, sometimes told in story fashion and laced with a little humor. Hopefully I’ve captured some of that here.
This singular event, where I find myself exploring an unfamiliar island from a sailboat on a pristine anchorage, is imprinted upon me as the quintessential experience.
I fished alone today. I drove about an hour out of Bozeman, seeking silence and fishing. As I went along the Gallatin River, famed for its beauty and fish, I sought out the upper reaches that were far away from the madding crowd...
I secretly hope that I can now locate a rainbow, which is supposed to be more plentiful in this river than the other two species I’ve already bagged.
An early morning fishing trip with two of my daughters.
I realize I was just lucky enough yesterday to put the right rod on the right fish in the right conditions for one of those great moments in the sport of flyfishing.
While I wouldn’t head to Anegada just for fishing I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of fishing.
This place is awesome with its quiet laid back lifestyle, unbelievable diving and some pretty good fishing to boot.
Bonefish will be my ruination. The challenge of such fishing, in seeing, stalking, casting to them in brisk winds, and then judiciously strip-setting the hookup is indelibly etched into my psyche. After the scorching runs of these fish on a coral rubble flat behind a...
After 45 years of flyfishing, I finally struck out to see what all the fuss was about regarding the pursuit of bonefish.