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Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal Winter 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

“But my mind, it just kept wandering like some wild geese in the West.” John and Alan Lomax I Know You Rider Tarpon, Grand Cayman Photo by Marc Montocchio “Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.” John Muir White Marlin, Norfolk Canyon Photo by Harry Hindmarsh “You’re the predator right up until you’re prey.” James S.A. Corey March Steelhead Upper Wynoochee, Washington Photo by Arian Stevens “There is never the hardness and bitter cold of winter fishing in March, but the month has a wild competitive savagery of strength suddenly aroused from sleep.” Roderick L. Haig-Brown…

10 Min.
tumbling dice

For some, gambling is all about the action. The money is just a way of keeping score. And for a long time it was that way with me and fishing, too. Big fish were the equivalent of a big pot, a big score. They fell into a different category. They were the juice. And most of the close calls I’ve had, the lies I’ve told and the secrets I’ve guarded have had something to do with the pursuit of big fish. Large striped bass was nitrous oxide for the hopped-up internalcombustion personalities of a small group of friends and me. Just a whiff of their presence sent us off on another tide, another night with four hours of sleep. We were secretive and driven. Shave the dice. Palm the card. Do whatever you have…

12 Min.
holy water

At the risk of offending the people I fish and bread bread with, I’m just going to say it: I don’t get Michigan in the winter. There’s the gray sky that begins in October and lasts until May, and all of that flat landscape covered with too much snow to walk around in, but too little to actually have any fun with. And yet, I know fishermen who swear they would never leave the state. I’m visiting from the West, and each morning when I look out and see the same frost-heaved ground, I mutter that I can’t believe anyone actually chooses to live here — let alone fish here this time of year. And then I make a call to Josh Greenberg, owner of Gates Au Sable Lodge, for temporary…

3 Min.
workhorse bait

It’s 5 a.m., and my dialogue with the 16-year-old at the bait shop is robotic. “How many?” “Two dozen.” He scoops, counts and hands me the keeper. “Nine bucks.” I drive off into the darkness to the marina, thinking about the 24 brave, little soldiers in the back of the truck who are about to lay down their lives to put flatfish on the table tonight. Thirty minutes later, as the sunrise breaks a crystal-blue, razor-straight horizon, I slip out of the inlet, into the Atlantic, and head for the reef. Mummies, killifish, fluke candy, fish magnets — call them what you will. They are the workhorse of the melange of baits offered up by anglers to entice a variety of species, from edibles such as fluke and flounder, sea bass and weakfish to skates,…

2 Min.
how i got that shot

I was with the fish for less than a second, but everything was perfect. The free-swimming blue marlin was so lit up from the sun that there were hues of green and blue and stripes and patterns all over it. The shot pictured here had been in my mind for years. This is the holy grail of billfish photography, and the experience with this fish was the pinnacle for me. My quest for this sequence of photos began nearly a decade ago when I asked the boats I was working with to take the hooks out of their lures and basically forgo any shot they had at catching fish. I remem ber I flew over to Bermuda, and I said to the crew: Look, this is what I want to do.…

5 Min.
like none other

Capt. Billy Joe Curtis was the real deal, no fluff, a pioneering flats guide so good at catching bonefish, tarpon and permit that he became known as the “grandmaster” — albeit a curmudgeonly one — of South Florida flats fishing. “Bill was gruff and cranky and yelled at you a lot, but at the end of the day you were a better fisherman and caught a lot of fish — and you asked him, ‘When can I book you again?’ ” says Pat Ford, a Miami lawyer, angling photographer and avid tarpon fisherman. Curtis’ wife, Adrienne, described him in the Miami Herald as “an outlaw, a nonconformist, a walking rejection of the corporate man.” That seems about right. The Herald went on to quote Curtis himself: “Man was born to hunt, fight…