Living Rod-to-Table

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Let it be said loudly and without flinching: We sometimes fish for meat.

In an age when many anglers speak forcefully about conservation or pursue exotic species with specialized techniques, such a declaration risks sounding tone-deaf. But this is no crude statement, no lead-dunker’s manifesto, no ode to stubborn redneckery. The fact that our boat is well-stocked with hi-lo rigs, bank sinkers and chum ladles does not mean that we do not take fishing seriously or release many fish, or that we don’t enjoy the intangibles that come with fishing. It means something else entirely: the idea that fishing can be a central activity of living in closer concert with the environment and that anglers who engage in the full, primal experience — finding, catching, cleaning, storing and eating the quarry — are purposefully choosing more natural lives than our busy culture encourages or makes easy to realize.

Read more about C.J. Chivers’ motivation for eating his catch, and how he's passing the tradition on to his kids.



Royal Grand Slam

Fly angler Rufus Wakeman is attempting to become the first person to catch all of the species of billfish on a fly in one year. In this video he nails his black marlin. The swordfish has yet to happen and might be the toughest


And Action!

Anglers Journal TV brings great fishing action right into your living room, plus you’ll also meet colorful characters from the spots we visit.

As two of his brothers watch, Mick Chivers lifts a bass caught the night before from the ice to a cleaning table.

Fishing For The Table

The evening began like a fishing daydream. The sun was dropping. The flooding tide and a cool wind were roughly aligned.

Dolphin mahi mahi

Fast and Furious

The dolphin were running small off southeastern Florida last summer. You learned that if you were in the Gulf Stream fishing sargassum weed lines for Mr. Big, but you also could have found out from a police blotter that the catch was not as hot as the weather.


Coming Home

The sun was almost down when Jack called out. “I’m on,” he said, and I watched him lean back as the fish turned and made its first run.