The free-swimming blue marlin was so lit up from the sun that there were hues of green and blue and stripes and patterns all over it.

My mind was unconsciously running through the 20 other places I would no doubt have been better off standing.

I clearly remember that moment when my fishing DNA changed forever.

The author moved lock, stock and tackle to the Florida Keys to pursue his passion

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.

Who answers the phone at 3:30 a.m., chats amiably, swaps helpful information, wishes the caller good luck but doesn’t go back to sleep humming a lullaby of curses?

A retired Northwest guide remembers an epic battle with a mint-bright giant chinook, ‘a once in a lifetime fish’

Sage advice for those planning to fish Alaska or British Columbia

A well-traveled photographer is drawn to Piñas Bay, Panama, for its black marlin and other hefty cohorts.