Casting back
My memory of Montauk begins before I was born. Men lined shoulder to shoulder, taking their turn casting into the night, my father among them. The Point. Turtle Cove. The …
My memory of Montauk begins before I was born. Men lined shoulder to shoulder, taking their turn casting into the night, my father among them. The Point. Turtle Cove. The …
It wasn’t the first time I had seen a large shark but it may have been the first time one saw me. After several hours off Monomoy chasing gannets and …
I started fishing Cape Cod in the fall 30 years ago. My father and I had camped – illegally, as it turned out – on a Provincetown beach where he …
“.. and there the murderous bluefish, undismayed by imminent death, glares fiercely and snaps his savage jaws to the last.” – Theodore Lyman, Massachusetts Commissioner of Inland Fish and Game …
Like the successful release of a hooked fish, time has a way of reviving connections once thought lost. Raf is one of those people I haven’t seen in years but …
I was never a tournament guy. Don’t get me wrong. I liked the idea and have been in a few; the Cheeky and the now-defunct Harwich Headhunt come to mind. …
This adventure would not be possible without ongoing advice and support from many. In addition to the invaluable assistance of my family, I’d like to thank the following individuals who …
As the sun climbs above the horizon, you’ve already been on the water for hours. The action started earlier with a hit and a splash. In the dark, the fish …