C.J. Chivers

Spring is the time of longfin squid in the Northeast, where the author and his family pursue this feisty predator with zeal.

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.

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