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Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal

Spring 2021
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Anglers Journal celebrates the best writing, photography, illustration, design and sporting art on the topic of fishing. Come join some of the most prolific fishing editors and writers in the industry for the best angling experience on the water.

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in deze editie

4 min.
larger than life

I hiked beside Nick Adams through the charred countryside of northern Michigan to the Big Two-Hearted River, where he camped for the night, woke up and caught grasshoppers for bait, and fished for trout, leaving the waters of the swamp for another time. I traveled with Jake Barnes and Lady Brett Ashley to Spain, where they fished, drank, argued and attended bull fights, as part of the lost generation of artists and writers who descended upon Paris after World War I. I was also there in the Gulf Stream with Santiago, the old Cuban fisherman, when the sharks came in for the huge blue marlin he fought so stoically on a handline for three days. I am a fan of Ernest Hemingway. I like his lean, spare prose and his descriptions of…

3 min.
contributors

Photographer Tony Arruza picked up a camera in his late teens to document a life that revolved around the ocean, surfing, fishing and scuba diving. That symbiotic relationship led to a career that has spanned more than four decades and resulted in world travels and numerous awards. Tony took the photo for the “Caught Out” opening spread. Henry Hughes is an Oregon Book Award-winning poet and the author of Back Seat with Fish. He edited two Everyman’s Library anthologies on fishing literature, and his articles and reviews appear regularly in Flyfishing & Tying Journal and Harvard Review. A professor at Western Oregon University, Henry wrote the poem “Luck” for this issue. A former editor-at-large with National Geographic, Cathy Newman writes for The Economist, NPR.com and The Wall Street Journal. Though her fiercest…

5 min.
mail

Anglers Journal is the best medicine for these Covid times, especially in upstate New York, where winter weather adds to the indoor boredom. Every time an issue arrives, it changes my outlook for the better. Now retired, I fish once or twice a week. I chase brook and brown trout in the creeks of Onondaga County, walleye in Oneida Lake, and smallmouth and walleye at Cape Vincent, a small town located where the St. Lawrence River meets Lake Ontario. Last year, I tried my luck from shore at Otisco Lake, which many years ago was stocked with tiger muskies. Tiger muskies are the off spring of a female northern pike and a male muskie, and are typically sterile. I was casting a Heddon flatfish and bucktail jigs without luck. I tried…

8 min.
old man and the bayou

We Wells boys loved to fish but not necessarily with our grandfather, William Henry “Pop” Wells — also known as Catfish Willie. Here’s one example why. It’s a blistering hot southern Louisiana spring afternoon, sultry as a steambath, and we’re out on the creosote-covered fender of a swing bridge across the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway on the outskirts of our little town of Houma. Forget about shade or cover. I’m maybe 14 years old and have come with Pop and two of my five brothers. Wearing ball caps, cut-off jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, we boys are sweating like plow mules in the dead of August. No matter. We’re required to constantly work our oversized cane poles up and down with the promise — Pop swears — that if we jig our hooks…

6 min.
drawer full of memories

He had giant hands. Fingers the circumference of quarters. Scarred, scratched, calloused and rough. Shaking his hand was like shaking a catcher’s mitt. But somehow he could tie intricate fishing knots. He could fix damn near anything, and whether it flew, floated or rolled, he could drive it. He opened an autobody shop at age 16 and stayed in business until he passed away last November at 78. He built tow trucks and dump trucks. He dabbled in real estate and restaurants. He served for decades as a volunteer firefighter. And he fished harder than anyone I knew growing up. For 35 years, he lived with my mom. Though they never officially married, I called him my stepdad. The stepparent thing can be a roll of the dice. I lucked out. His…

3 min.
one of the good ones

As a charter captain, Chris Sheeder caught more than 35,000 billfish, an unimaginable number. The average captain is lucky to catch a 10th of that in the time it took Sheeder to reach that milestone. The 37-foot Merritt he skippered, Release, caught 57 sails on fly in a single day. He won tournaments, set world records and made hundreds of friendships as a charter skipper. When Sheeder died of pancreatic cancer earlier this year, the big-game-fishing community went into mourning. A big, jovial soul whose smile beamed down from the captain’s chair, he was 48. Sheeder grew up in Hawaii and as a young man crewed on boats out of Kewalo Basin in Honolulu, learning the intricacies of rigging lures and live-bait fishing for blue marlin and ahi tuna. “We fished, spearfished,…