Enzo saw something in the creek the rest of us didn’t. He knew every bend and shoreline eddy. He could pinpoint the high and low spots with his eyes closed and draw a topographical map of the creek’s floor from… Continue Reading
The lure bobbed in the cold murky water. Its bright orange and yellow colors glistened from the moisture on the ball, reflecting the hazy overcast sky on its tough plastic surface. Luke was excited. After nearly three hours without so… Continue Reading
I didn’t understand at first, why you suddenly wanted to become a fisherman. That you wanted us to abandon the life we had built in the city, our social circle, jobs, pay checks. Leave everything we worked for behind in… Continue Reading
Fishing lures attract more fishermen than they do fish. Tackle shops sell lures in every color from “Fire Tiger” to “Nuclear Watermelon.” It’s nonsense — you don’t need that stuff to catch fish. You can use the bowl of an… Continue Reading
“Dad! Dad, wake up!” Robert had never regretted anything quite so much as he regretted this cabin excursion. His kids were at that age where everything was a production. Eleven-year-old Blythe was convinced she knew everything, and when eight-year-old Brayden… Continue Reading
A heron perched in a mangrove tree glanced at the old pickup. Its tires crushed the shells lining the driveway leading to the back of a coral-pink house. An unshaven man in shorts and a sleeveless River Monsters tee-shirt hopped… Continue Reading
The air was cool, but the sun was bright and still carried some summer warmth. Don was happy to be outdoors with his sons. He had bought them fishing rods and was excited to introduce them to the sport he… Continue Reading
Harry’s hair had been in the process of falling out for years. He had tried every over-the-counter remedy and prescription available with no success. Over the years, his receding hairline had become a widow’s peak, then male pattern baldness. For… Continue Reading