Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal Winter 2019

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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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4 min.
chasing shadows

I am at home on a beach late in the season, in the dark, alone, keeping the cold at bay. Alert for a light, a sound, a smell. Anything out of the ordinary. I It is during these last vestiges of fall fishing that I feel as if I am living close to my bones. Hallowed and hollowed out. Cold pouring in from the north. Everything shutting down. With the bulk of the striped bass gone and more leaving daily, you never know what you’re going to find from one night or one tide to the next. It’s not like earlier in the season, when you’re working on resident fish and you’re dialed in to a place and a pattern. It’s as if you’re going through the pockets of an 8-year-old boy when…

4 min.

Outdoor writer/photographer Gary Caputi specializes in fishing and boating. A founding member of the Recreational Fishing Alliance, he fishes his New Jersey home waters, and his travels have taken him throughout the Americas. Gary writes about winter sail fishing in Florida in “Creatures of Habit” and profiles Viking Yachts president Pat Healey in “Growing Up Viking.” A professor of environmental studies at Penn State, Todd Davis is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Native Species. His son Noah Davis publishes regularly in such magazines as The FlyFish Journal, The Drake and American Angler. Together they hunt and fish along the Allegheny Front near their home in the village of Tipton, Pennsylvania. Todd and Noah write about their time spent fishing together in “Reading the Water, Reading Each Other.” Chris…

6 min.

TIES THAT BIND Good magazines are like good knots: They have to hold together. Some copies of the Fall 2018 issue of Anglers Journal were damaged, so subscribers were sent a second copy. If your Fall issue was damaged and you didn’t receive a replacement copy, please email ANGcustserv@cdsfulfillment.com or call (800) 877-5207, and we’ll send you one. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused. I just received the replacement issue of your fine publication. It’s little things like this that separate Anglers Journal from all the others I receive, which I read and promptly put in the recycling bin. However, your magazine is not something to throw away; it is to save, cherish and reflect upon years from now. Greg Shanabarger I received my second copy of the Fall issue. My…

1 min.
how i got that shot

Kevin Dodge captured this photo of a 130-pound yellowfin tuna off Kona, Hawaii, in July 2018. He was on the Big Island for a few days of fishing aboard Mark Davis’ charter boat, Sea Genie II. “The captain was hellbent on catching marlin,” Dodge says. The tuna changed that plan. Dodge, who specializes in underwater photography, grabbed his Nikon D4 and waited for the right moment to jump into the water. “It’s nearly impossible to shoot big fish like that on a big boat,” he says, because the boat is always moving to stay ahead of the fish. Dodge had but a second to find the best light and composition before getting his shot. On top of that, he was exhausted from swimming against the current, trying to keep up with the…

8 min.
fish pimping

It’s late July in Livingston, Montana, and I’ve just picked up my clients. We’re heading out of town, my raft trailer rumbling behind my truck, a plume of dust rising from the gravel. It’s the final day of a four-day run with this group — Texas oil and gas millionaires, a legitimate billionaire or two in the mix, no doubt. The two men assigned to me for the day are clutching their coffees, admiring the scenery. It’s good scenery, and I’ve seen it countless times, but I’m admiring it, too. “It’s going to be 103 in Dallas today,” one of the guys says, and we all shake our heads in disbelief. I roll down my windows, and I can see them in the rearview, noses tilted up slightly, breathing in the…

1 min.
uncle bob’s blues

The summer Sound uprisingin splashing rings,breaking gull cries and dipping wings.We cut the engine,cast our chrome and feather jigs — hooking oneafter another — leaps and runs, tin-bluetwo and three poundersflashing over the side into the cooler.Incredible, my brother and I high five.That’s bluefish, Uncle Bob nods,a car mechanic enjoying his one day off. We pull out the old cutting boardand fillet under more swooping gulls. Back home, cracking afternoon beers,the blues soak in cold milk. At five we slather mayo,sprinkle pepper, parsley and fresh dill,crown with lemon and wrap for the grill. The new neighbors—a doctor and his lawyer wife — stop by.Bluefish? we offer.No thanks. Too dark, too gamey.I want to argue — sweet steam rising from the grill—but Bob just slides sizzling pieces onto paper platesand hands them forks. Delicious,…