Anglers Journal

Anglers Journal Fall 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.
happily dazzled

It was good to sleep on the ground again. Good to hear a moose crashing through the underbrush behind the tent at 5 a.m., when we surprised each other in the dim light. It was good to find a place with elbow room to spare. And it was particularly pleasing to discover a bevy of native brook trout residing at the base of noisy, cascading falls in a magical glen where I half expected to spot a fairy napping under a toadstool. Perhaps best of all, it was good to return to a wilderness campsite and discover how little had changed in 30 years, which is the last time we camped in Baxter State Park, the 210,000-acre wilderness in northern Maine. There is still no Wi-Fi, no cellphone service, no running…

3 min.

Sarah Aronson grew up trolling for salmon in Alaska’s Inside Passage and converted to fly-fishing upon moving to Missoula, Montana. Her piscine-heavy debut collection of poems, And Other Bodiless Powers, received the New American Poetry Prize. The host and producer of the Montana Public Radio program and podcast The Write Question, Sarah takes us to Great Britain, where she meets up with her brother to fish Scotland’s Inner Hebrides. Noah Davis hunts and fishes along the Allegheny Front near his home in Tipton, Pennsylvania. His essays and poems have appeared in The Fly Fish Journal, Orion, Poet Lore, The Hollins Critic and Appalachia, among others. Noah offers up a selection of worthwhile reads in “The Armchair Angler.” Stephan Gian Dombaj is a photographer and the founder of Fly Fishing Nation, a media…

4 min.

ONE LAST FISH Having been recently introduced to Anglers Journal, I find the photography incredible and the articles well-focused. I have been a surf fisherman for many years, and “Chasing Shadows” in the Winter issue struck a chord. I generally fish the backside beaches of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, and occasionally Montauk, New York, and Martha’s Vineyard. Bill Sisson’s column brought to mind a Veterans Day weekend several years ago, when I tried for one last fish to finish the season. I beat the Race Point surf for three days with nothing to show, cold and looking like an astronaut in heavy waders and many layers. The result was numb fingers and no keepers. I recalled that I had described the experience in a poem, “Turn of the Tide.” A keening half-gale rips hard…

9 min.
lost creek cay

The Mars Bay Bonefish Lodge on Andros Island is south of other fishing lodges, saving anglers and their Bahamian guides 10 miles of rough water and a trip around “The Point,” where several boats have capsized. Andros Island is known as the “Bonefish Capital of the World,” with hundreds of pristine flats, many fish and few anglers. The lodge had been recently renovated. Of strategic importance, the central hallway leads directly into the local bar, where strangers like me, if they cloak themselves in the quiet harmony of the room, may gain insights into Bahamian spiritual beliefs. Conversations during fishing centered on wind, tides and fish; occasionally women and liquor. Personal topics like religion or superstitions are taboo. Mars Bay guides are known for their ability to put an angler in the…

5 min.
the last day he was a young man

Buttercups posing in dew cascade down a mucky bank at dawn. My father has pointed them out with the tip of his cane pole as we glide by in lemoned light and shifting silences. He is a man who sees all that moves — even the tender grip of the sun on flowers and the vanishing hand of the moon among the ferns — along these yawning bayou banks. The pole is a wand in his hand, and it roams in vertiginous loops, as though he might be inscribing the path of the Southern Cross as it cleaved through the sky last night. But he is conjuring fish. “Around this bend last year,” he says, “I hooked me a monster.” My father paddles one-handed from the front of the boat, fishing as he goes,…

1 min.
how i got that shot

Jessica Haydahl Richardson shot this photo of a 230-pound blue marlin 35 miles off Venice, Louisiana, earlier this year. She was aboard a SeaVee 390Z with Capt. Moe Newman of Journey South Outfitters, and the team had just tagged the fish. As Newman released the marlin, Richardson leaned over the gunwale and plunged the first 5 inches of her Nikon D810’s 180mm dome port into the water. She held the shutter button and hoped for the best, since she couldn’t see what the camera was capturing. She calls the technique “spray and pray.” Richardson had experimented with partial lens submersion, though not with a marlin. The result is a perfectly framed glimpse from above as the fish swims away, its new tag a shimmer of neon in an otherwise blue image. Richardson,…