The fall migration lures legions of diehards into the suds, where they cast night and day for one last fish

A group of hard-fishing captains heads to the Cape each June for the spring striper run

Yellowfin tuna are beautiful fish whose speed and power put them in a class of their own

The writer remembers the striper that made his world go topsy-turvy

One of big-game fishing’s greatest practitioners, Ernest Hemingway believed that fighting large marlin and tuna should be a fair contest of strength between fish and fisherman.

Here at last was an almost-virgin, freestone stream that looked like the streams that Arnold Gingrich, Ray Bergman and A.J. McClane had written about.

D’Artagnan would be proud of these musketeers — artists and writers who fished, hunted, drank and cooked from one end of the country to the other, with Key West as a beacon.

The peanut bunker were so thick you could walk on them, and stripers romped day and night.

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