Zach Harvey

A hook-and-line mercenary comes full circle in his ongoing quest to land doormat fluke.

After five minutes crisscrossing an area of broken bottom south of Newport, Rhode Island, satisfied that he has a sufficient preliminary lay of the land, Capt. Russ Benn adjusts the throttles and rounds up for our first drift.

Reflections on the versatile, indestructible diamond jig

Why the bluefish, an animated chopping machine with a public relations problem, just might be the perfect game fish

The unmistakable shing of high-carbon steel — that’s what a fish knife should sound like, not the dull, war-club clank of stainless, the music alloyed and tempered clean out of the metal at Faustian temperatures.

The never-ending battle to keep your mitts from being torn to ribbons.