When I first set out to photograph these splendid creatures in their natural element, I realized the need to develop my own special methods. My heart was racing, my eyes wide in anticipation as the cloud of bubbles cleared… and there it was, silhouetted against...
Exhausted and dehydrated, Stanczyk felt as if he had been watching it all in a dream. Richard Stanczyk grew up on the water. His childhood home in Miami was located adjacent to a canal that led to the ocean. The salty brine got into his veins early in his life, became...
So what can we say of Zane Grey, this dentist turned novelist turned outdoor writer? He was a dentist and photography and a storyteller. He was one hell of a baseball player. He was husband and father and perpetual wanderer and a hunter and fisherman who once held...
Angry breakers guarded the Devil’s Elbow of Padre Island’s wild and remote beaches. Watch out, others had warned us, or the surf will eat you alive. Billy Sandifer, a three-tour veteran of Vietnam and now a surf-fishing guide, faced the roaring whitecaps...
But my thinking was clear enough until I saw the big creature turn slowly away from the boat and come toward me through the dark water. After passing the winter on the plantation, we moved, in the spring, down to a house on the coast, where we spent the summer, safe...
Mike Stidham, the critically acclaimed, self-taught artist, paints fishscapes. One summer evening a year ago, Mike Stidham left his studio and drove a few miles to a heavily fished stretch of the Provo River where it spills out of the Wasatch Mountains through the...
Still ruled by the spirits of Mayan kings, Mexico’s Espiritu Santo Bay is a timeless place of ancient temples, unexplored tropical forests alive with strange and wondrous creatures, and hidden lagoons where on some days, eager bonefish snatch every fly tossed...
“Death in the Moonlight” is a tale of suspense drawn from Archibald Rutledge’s youth in South Carolina. If at night you happen to be standing up to your shoulders in salt water, when the wind is still and the tide is tranquil, in a creek not far from...
If Hell was cold, wet and windy, it would probably look a great deal like Volcano Bay in Alaska’s Aleutians. But in one of those lovely little touches of irony at which God is so devilishly good, if Heaven was made just for fishermen with a sense of adventure,...
57 years ago, on January 14th, 1965, Bob Dylan recorded his hit single “Subterranean Homesick Blues” Here are some thoughts on fly fishing set to this classic tune. Down in the basement, Thinnin’ out the head cement, Thumbin’ through a...
