Fishing Lake Texoma, Deadsticking Technique
DEADSTICKING – MORE ACTION THAN THE NAME IMPLIES The only thing the fishing technique known as “deadsticking” has to do with the word “dead” is the lack of activity by the fisherman before the hookset, especially when dealing with those hard fighting stripers...
Fishing Guide – My Short, Brilliant Career
The novelist John Gardner posited that there are really only two stories: A man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town. With all due respect to Gardner’s memory, however, I’d like to add a third: The telephone rings, and you answer it. The caller identified...
Fruitful Blessing – Dispatch
My boss, Sporting Classics’ Editorial Director, Scott E. Mayer, had inquired about us going fishing on a Friday after work, a few weeks back. He added that we would be doing so at a pond located in the backyard of our Publisher, Duncan Grant. I humbly accepted....
Mysteries on the Water’s Edge – The Creek
Even the smallest stream, skinny enough to step across, carries unsolved mysteries on the water’s edge, drawing adventurous young’uns. I grew up in the heart of South Carolina. Halfway between the Upcountry and the Lowcountry. Right on the fall line, where...
A Dorsey-style Family Vacation in the Amazon
Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey wrestles with river monsters from the southern hemisphere. Officials from Dorsey Pictures announce that this week’s episode of Sporting Classics with Chris Dorsey – the most watched outdoor TV program in the world – features a...
The Intruder
It wasn’t much as waters go — probably a couple acres at best. I’d passed by it many times always on the way to somewhere else. It lay a few hundred yards off the road, nestled up against the back edge of the old cemetery. I suppose to most people it would be a...
Cane Pole Magic
A cane pole, whether used from shore or in a boat, is wielded by a simple, graceful motion in which the angler lobs the baited hook. The image is as enduring as it is appealing, something straight from a Norman Rockwell cover on an old Saturday Evening Post. A...
As Crepuscule Closes In
A brief and artistic depiction of the very moment a young child falls in love with fishing. A faint zephyr curled the tip of her hair. Shoulder length. The lapping of edge water murmuring. Inveigling liquid whispers heralding dusk – some primal tongue understood by...
No More Mr. Nice Guy
He just wasn’t going to take it anymore: the snow and cold and bass that seldom grow much bigger than your bait. No. The time had come to pull out all the stops in one last-ditch, hell-bent-for-whatever quest for a trophy bass… a gut-wrenching, arm-busting, heart-pounding wallhanger of a fish.