You feel the end of the season acutely on the outer islands and headlands and beneath the bluffs.
The magic of fishing comes from being so engrossed in something that your mind thinks only of the here and now. After several months of being stalked by a virus that you can’t see or hear or smell, it was nice to be back fishing — and feeling like the hunter once again.
Editor Bill Sisson reflects on a topsy-turvy year and how a big fish helped push the reset button
A twilight evening of fishing on a familiar beach takes the author back 50 years to his childhood.
A wilderness trip to the backwoods of Maine reconnects the author with the simple life
Our rituals teach us that we don’t need the biggest boat or deepest pockets to catch fish. A little “mongrel smartness” will do.
With a ruptured brain aneurysm in his wake, AJ’s editor-in-chief is among the newest members of the “woke up still not dead again today” club.