C.J. Chivers

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.

• By C.J. Chivers
  Nov 9, 2016

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

• By C.J. Chivers
  Jan 26, 2016