Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal Summer 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 Números

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4 min.
if you’re born to hang…

“Local kids don’t drown.” That’s what charter skipper Ben Rathbun told me years ago. In a roundabout way, we were talking about what author Wallace Stegner referred to as the “mongrel smartness” of Huckleberry Finn—the native intelligence of both local kids and fishermen for staying out of harm’s way and catching plenty of fish. I thought of it as I looked down at the kayak that morning, floating easily on the water, waiting for the old guy with the paddle to get in. I continue to fish the same tidal river each spring that I have since I was a boy, pursuing a fish that has held me in its sway for more than 50 years. The striped bass is a wonderful fish, but half a century is a long time to…

3 min.

An education in English and film helped Austin Coit develop an appreciation for the art of storytelling. Between rigging ballyhoo and cutting squid on his stepdad’s charter boat, he picked up a camera. A few years ago, he passed on a private boat job to pursue photography full time. Austin shot the photos for “The Bait Lady.” A professor of environmental studies at Penn State, Todd Davis is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Native Species. He hunts and fishes along the Allegheny Front near his home in the village of Tipton, Pennsylvania. Todd writes about the singular beauty of brook trout in “Transfixed.” Retired Ohio University English professor Robert DeMott’s sporting books include Afield: American Writers on Bird Dogs, Astream: American Writers on Fly Fishing and Angling Days:…

3 min.

STILL NOT DEAD Just got my Spring issue, and as always, I seek the editor’s letter first [“Woke Up Still Not Dead”]. So sorry to hear of Bill Sisson’s illness. Sounds like he is on the mend. It’s hell to get old. Keep fighting, and he’ll be fishing again soon. I suggest Bill climb aboard that 22 Sisu of his and get on the water. Bruce Perkins After reading about editor-in-chief Bill Sisson’s aneurysm, I want to wish him a full and speedy recovery. I had a serious heart issue several years back and realized I needed to change the way I live. I hope Bill can continue his time at Anglers Journal and balance more “me” time. I look forward to the magazine; it has become an important publication to me. I save…

9 min.
grace of the food chain

“What a @#$%! racket,” I mumble to no one in particular, as I take in the massive southward sky, a dome of high cloud centered directly overhead, everything bending down and in toward the horizon and into the drink. To the north, the Rhode Island mainland floats on a shimmering band of bent light. I, the “nature boy,” confirm that everything’s set, as my boss rounds up for a quick pass over a little cluster of boulders, cobble and mussel beds off the south side of Block Island. I feel the 35-foot Down Easter slide out of gear and, on force of habit, pluck my rod out of the holder, tuck it under my left arm and swing the rig up for a final inspection. We glide for a second while…

3 min.
false dawn

It is 3 o’clock in the morning. A Saturday. No work looming. Warm sheets. Swollen, tired eyes. The iPhone’s alarm pulses in my ears. Even though the vast majority of the world will remain soundly asleep for the next four or five hours, it has never been easier for me to wake up. I peel out of bed. Toes kneading the carpet, I take the first few strides toward the door. There’s fishing to do, and I have three hours and nine minutes until sunrise. As the coffee maker gurgles on the kitchen counter, there is a wrestling match occurring between my brain, running on four hours of sleep, and my body, running on adrenaline. I have a checklist to get through: rods, tackle boxes, water, sunscreen, snacks. My two hounds…

4 min.
eye popping

Capt. David Grubbs couldn’t believe his eyes. Scores of sailfish were surfing down the face of every wave in 4- to 5-foot seas. But on this day, Grubbs was not fishing such sailfish hot spots as Costa Rica, Panama or Isla Mujeres, Mexico. He had his boat, Grand Slam, off the east coast of Florida, just a few miles from where rockets launch into space. The teams competing in the Pelican Yacht Club Invitational Billfish Tournament out of Fort Pierce, Florida, began the week hopeful to catch a dozen or two sails each. They closed the event celebrating broken catch records, not only for this tourney, but also for sailfish tournaments throughout the Atlantic and beyond. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” says Dave Berard, an angler aboard JT, which caught a…