A Cat and His Hats

A Cat and His Hats

Other hats await, too. Hats I will someday own. I don't read the girly magazines any longer, but I'm still dog-earing and sweating up the catalogs. The boys blew ashore just a little after four. They had started out in the wee hours aboard the Marsh Hen, a 25-footer...

Mr Tutt is No Gentleman

Mr Tutt is No Gentleman

"A gentleman!" repeated Quelch sarcastically. "Will you kindly inform me in what respect a person calling himself a gentleman differs from anyone else?" Mr. Ephraim Tutt had just come out of the clubhouse and was standing, rod in hand, on the bank of the Santapedia...

Giant of the South Seas

Giant of the South Seas

"Sharks!" I yelled, hauling away for dear life. Time is probably more generous and healing to an angler than to any other individual. The wind, the sun, the open, the colors and smells, the loneliness of the sea or the solitude of the stream work some kind of magic....

Voice of the Outdoors Curt Gowdy

Voice of the Outdoors Curt Gowdy

Curt Gowdy left a legacy that will never be equaled. Baseball broadcasts would run spring to fall; football carried from fall to winter and basketball into the spring. But Sunday afternoons from January to March, with snow packed at the foot of millions of doors, part...

Sparkplug Marlin

Sparkplug Marlin

About that time it dawned on me that we had probably made a bad decision! Many years I owned and operated several huntingpreserves.in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Now that I'm retired, my wife Rita and I spend our Winters in Rincon de Guayabito, a small resort village...

They Smell Like Fish

They Smell Like Fish

When the house starts smelling like fish, I know summer has begun. Well, I can tell summer has arrived because Mike’s friends are arriving with frequency at my house — and they all smell like fish, har har! Of course, each of them has enough gear to open their own fly...

Bill Cypress

Bill Cypress

We thought Bill Cypress was as close to perfection as human beings ever got. State Highway 16 ran south out of town. Not straight south — not to start, anyway. It had to work its way out of the hills first and make a couple of gentle turns past the new high school...

No Such Thing as a Bad Day Fishing

No Such Thing as a Bad Day Fishing

The bumper sticker read: A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work. I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wondering how I had allowed myself to get in such a frustrating situation. Like all of the other miserable souls around me, I was growing more...