Anglers Journal Behind the Scenes at Jody Dole's studio in Chester CT, shooting a series of still life photos for Anglers Journal magazine, telling the story of 3 anglers who are no longer with us through images of their tackle.
It’s a little after 6 a.m., and the moon is still up as the Maria Mendonsa steams west with her brood of aluminum workboats and a skiff in tow. The destination is a floating fish trap.
Boats were everywhere on opening day of Maryland’s 2015 spring trophy striped bass season.
Competitive, curious and obsessive-compulsive, Nick Smith has laser focus once he sets his mind on something.
Al Barnes scans the flats, his trained eye picking up the flick of a tail, the flash of a bonefish or permit prowling the shallows for a shrimp or a crab.
John Ellis fishes hard, smart and often. During the season this sharpie is on the water four or five days a week, often alone and usually well before dawn, in search of live bait.
I’m sitting at the Hitchin’ Post in Melrose, Montana, drinking vodka with Jim Harrison, who between sips steals a scant glance at his beloved barmaid Nicole’s rear, puffs from his American Spirit and says: “Do you want to know how you can believe in God?”
Finding the right fishing partner is a bit like courting a potential spouse. Hold on to the keepers; they're few and far between.
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.
A high school wrestling coach finds himself in the match of his life against a 230-pound bigeye. The only question is, who will break first?
Her paintings of trout trumpet her passion for color and her love of fly-fishing.
Party-boat fishing is a fast, chaotic and uniquely American experience
I lay on the surface moving quietly through the clear shallows in 3 to 5 feet of water.