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Anglers Journal Summer 2018

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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Active Interest Media
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no quarter

In hindsight, it was as much a prophecy as it was a casual observation. Any good young skipper worth his salt, the retired captain told me years ago, should be able to out-fish an older captain and leave him in his wake. If he can’t, something’s wrong. The graybeard, who’d had a successful career, made the case that younger fishermen are more willing to adopt new technology, tackle and techniques. They’re hungrier. Bolder. The comment was but a small part of a long interview on his life, but it’s the only remark that I can recall from that conversation today. It stuck in my craw. I was in my early 30s — neither young nor old, but with enough energy and experience fishing the surf and from boats to begin to connect…

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contributors

Based in New York City, José A. Alvarado Jr. is pursuing a career in photojournalism and documentary photography. He expresses himself through imagery, and much of his work focuses on the small subcultures in his home state and his journeys to explore them. José shot the photos of mixed martial artist Gregor Gillespie for “Fisherman, Fighter.” Writer, editor, photographer and angler Ric Burnley covers Mid-Atlantic saltwater fishing from skinny water to the deep. He chases everything from tarpon to blue marlin. Ric puts us on the chase for white marlin in “Eye Stopping.” Eric Colby has spent his entire 32-year career writing about boats. He grew up boating on Long Island Sound, where he fished for blues with his father. A gearhead and performance enthusiast, he holds the unofficial title of fastest…

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mail

TOO OLD TO GUIDE? I have enjoyed reading Anglers Journal. Your piece “9 to 5? Not For This Bunch” was a nice, entertaining read [Winter 2018, “Between Fish”]. In the story, Bill Sisson quotes Matthias Hackett (left) as saying, “I’m not going to be able to do this when I’m 50.” I believe Mr. Hackett is mistaken. I am a full-time professional fly-fishing guide with World Cast Anglers, based in Victor, Idaho, and I will be 47 in July. I also have many friends who are around 50 and are quite successful (nebulous meaning). I still manage/execute as many as 125 guided trips annually, primarily from a drift boat, on powerful western rivers, and I have for many years. I hope this news cheers him up and makes him more optimistic about…

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a conversation with thomas mcguane

Since publishing his first novel in the late 1960s, Thomas McGuane has gone on to create a large body of work — novels, screenplays, short fiction and essays — beloved by sportsmen and literary critics alike. McGuane is the only individual to be an inductee into the Fly Fishing Hall of Fame, the National Cutting Horse Association Hall of Fame and a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. While novels such as Ninety-Two in the Shade and Nobody’s Angel established him as a true literary talent, McGuane’s most recent book, Cloudbursts, cements his legacy as one of the foremost practitioners of the short-story form. We caught up with the longtime resident of southwest Montana at his winter residence in Florida. He was kind enough to take a break…

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the shining tides

Saturn was the evening star. The moon had crossed the meridian with the sun and was invisible from earth; it was dark o’ the moon. When the blanket of stars lay close and heavy on the water, shimmering and opalescent, Roccus broke through it with a roll and tail-slap and fell back on her side. The stars scattered, danced, reformed in wavering pattern. The bass slashed the surface, sinuating on her right side, then on her left, leaped half clear. Three yellowish-brown sea lice fell from her shoulder and were promptly devoured by a cunner, which an hour later was eaten by a crab, which, before morning, was swallowed by a master sculpin. When the tide ebbed with the west-flow of colder water through the canal, Roccus in mid-channel dropped back…

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ties that bind

My only son Diego is 17 and will be leaving home in a year. The impending change is what put us inside the small, thin-shelled, plastic and aluminum cabin of a Robinson R44 helicopter. We are slowly descending into a valley in New Zealand where the Māori hunted herds of South Island giant moa to extinction. Today, the river that flows between two chains of mountains in the Southern Alps is teeming with brown and rainbow trout that Europeans introduced in the 1800s. Seated amid the thunder of rotating helicopter blades, I think back to an argument my wife and I had 17 years ago. The young man seated in front of me is the result of that spat. I was in my early 40s when Janiel and I had our only…

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