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Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal Summer 2017

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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1 Min.
opening spreads

Headstrong “He was indeed a wild, strange creature from the deep. His color was a dark amber, very rich and glossy. … The sail was black, with spots.” Zane Grey Tales of Fishing Virgin Seas, 1925 Perspective “Sometimes a view can change a life. A person climbs a hill, gazes out at the landscape, and is never quite the same. A vista has become a vision.” Kirk Johnson The New York Times At Last “The fish of a thousand casts is, in my experience, more like the fish of ten thousand casts. Yet I can’t stop … dreaming about them [Atlantic salmon].” James R. Babb Fish Won’t Let Me Sleep…

4 Min.
prodigal sons

I’d known Noah since we were kids, part of a gang of feral boys who spearfished in the lighthouse cove where Fred kept his lobster skiff on a ramp that sloped down to the sea. To launch the boat, Fred would wet the planks with a few buckets of water, and then we’d all eagerly embrace the skiff ’s rough skin with our arms and shoulders and backs and shove her down the ramp and into the drink. Noah was like an older brother and mentor to me. I lost track of him for a time, but he showed up on our doorstep one summer needing a place to stay. He’d recently split with his wife. “She says, ‘All you want to do is fish,’ ” he told me. She had him…

3 Min.

Reed Austin has spent 50 years on Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts, running fishing boats large and small from the beach to the edge. He was Gray’s Sporting Journal’s first managing editor and had a long stint at Salt Water Sportsman magazine. Reed writes about a chance encounter with a sea robin in this issue. Scott Bannerot earned a doctorate in marine biology and fisheries while acquiring a 100-ton Coast Guard captain’s license. He’s worked as a scientist and a guide, in addition to sailing the Pacific to Australia. He now runs charters on a 20-foot classic SeaCraft out of Islamorada, Florida. Scott writes about the magnificent blue marlin in “Wondrous.” Long an admirer of overlooked places, Reid Bryant haunts the tannic creeks and cold freestoners of his native New England, where the trout…

3 Min.

SUBSCRIBE TO ANGLERS JOURNAL Call (800) 877-5207 or visit anglersjournal.com. Subscriptions are $20 for one year (four issues: Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall). Please send letters and comments to Anglers Journal, 10 Bokum Road, Essex, CT 06426, or email wsisson@aimmedia.com. BLUEFIN DREAMING I’ve twice read Dave Laska’s story about fishing for giant bluefin tuna off Prince Edward Island [“This Fish Has Legs,” Winter 2017]. This is the kind of thing that finds you daydreaming, not getting anything done. Mark Usyk via Facebook Prince Edward Island has always been on my bucket list. Someday soon, I hope. T.J. Nord via Facebook BLUE CRABS AND OYSTERS Gary Reich’s story about Tangier Island is a fantastic piece [“Just Scraping By,” Winter 2017”]. And with Jay Fleming’s photography, it’s an instant classic. Gary Dickens via Facebook I FISH, THEREFORE I AM I loved Bill Sisson’s “Haywire” article. [“5 Reasons…

8 Min.
shouts of delight

Unlike my wife and daughter, my son and I are content to drive for hours without saying more than a sentence or two. It was a pleasant surprise when, during one of our long trips to a favorite stream in Pennsylvania, Diego said, “Papi, that was a nice trip we had in Iceland.” It had been a few months since our return. As I maneuvered the truck through the winding roads of Allegheny National Forest, my 14-year-old recounted his adventures from the land near the Arctic Circle. Amid the sound of rattling metal fly rod tubes in the back seat, he described his feet slipping on the rocks as he walked across a swift glacial stream in an attempt to reach what looked like a productive eddy. He chronicled his casts,…

3 Min.
waltzing matilda

The bruised sky over Mishaum is drained of color, storm clouds roiled white over black like an old-style photo negative — Hurricane Hermine’s slap on New England’s ass as she hurries past Dartmouth, Massachusetts. East wind means no stripers, but no matter. It’s false albacore time. On cue, blood-warm September water erupts — a wolf pack of albies strafe the outer bar, pulverizing peanut bunker into protein. And like that, they’re gone, the cove now showing no sign of having ever harbored a fish. Had I been looking down to change flies, I’d have missed the whole thing. A quarter-mile of casts later, my arm starts to complain. I reel in and wonder where the 20-year-old me is hiding — the one who would have cast to the end of the bar…