Between Fish

I’ve been waiting for a son or daughter to share my fervor for fishing. I may have finally found one with a grandson who is taken by all things fish.

This mussel bar holds plenty of fish and history.

Exploring a language all our own

Often the most memorable places are the ones that are hard to reach, such as a tiny island that pokes its rocky snout up amid rips and tide races.

Working the shallow tidewaters by kayak, I move between schools of here-and-now stripers and the history of an ancient salt marsh on the eve of the Revolution

These lonely little fish towns have their own peculiar rhythms, their own unwritten rules. One set of dos and don’ts for locals, another for tourists