Texoma Stripers!
“We’re almost over the top of them . . . start dropping ‘em. When they hit bottom, crank up three rounds.” Chris Carey instructed Luke Clayton, Jeff Rice and me. Turning toward me specifically, Chris said with a chuckle, “Larry start stripping!” Smiling wryly, I said:...
The Fog
The battered F-150 pulled onto the beach at 3:00 a.m. The air, heavy with fog, smelled of rotting kelp, salt air and wet sand. It was a scent that he seldom thought of, but today it made him briefly reflective. I took this crap for granted, he thought. If a smell...
A Door in the Woods
“Good boy, Rex, easy now. Whoa on the bird!” The gathering gloaming of the approaching evening made it rather difficult to see what I was doing as I fought my way through the wicked tangle of greenbrier vines draped across the dense trees in front of me. I struggled...
How to Become A Great Fly Fisherman
I had an interesting phone conversation with angling legend Tom Rosenbauer. Tom, who has been the face of Orvis fly fishing for as far back as I can remember, called and wanted to talk trout fishing. Specifically, he asked me what folks need to do to become truly...
“Caring Karen” Messer Goes Bream Fishing
As those who have read previous episodes of the ongoing misadventures of Mollygrubs Messer will recall, his nosy, busybody, and termagant-in-training mother, who in rather grandiose fashion styled herself “Caring Karen,” was, to use a description common in the...
Fishing for Night Crawlers: A Mollygrubs Messer Angling Adventure
In some senses you have to feel sorry for the seemingly endless mélange of misery which Mollygrubs Messer somehow managed to become involved. A prime example involved an out-of-state trout fishing trip with a buddy and a couple of adult companion. The plan was for the...
Thumping “Button Trout!”
It’s like someone thumped the middle of your back with their fist, firmly, but not too hard,” Capt. Justin explained. “When you feel that, tighten your line and strike the fish with everything you’ve got.” But before the “thump” happened, I needed to sling a...
Fishing Up Emmaus Way
To this day I’m still not certain where he came from, and for the briefest moment he startled me. It doesn’t much matter where I have been or where I am going; I still can’t quite decide which is the better part of a fly fishing day, the Going In or the Coming Out. It...
Dawn At the River
We pulled off into the gravel roadside parking area just in time to witness the bright moon setting behind the bare trees and the sun thinking about rising in the pink eastern sky. We were the first ones on the river that day in early March . . . just the way we had...
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...