It seems that my style insults some of the intelligentsia who author odes to tree moss and/or are devout lingcod whisperers.
Read on for the final fishing report of the season.
Now that we are riding the deeper slide into fall, it’s time to concentrate on those beautiful silvers entering the…
During the last couple of weeks, this column has offered more than a few tips on what techniques can be…
I have heard from many of you complaining that those &#@*% fish are driving some of you nuts at the…
You may have to experiment with set-ups to catch silvers with some skill.
The incoming tide was headed our way so we could restart our game of “Spot the violations” as the silvers rolled in.
It’s that time of year when there are reds to can, rockfish to harvest, halibut to fillet, and wild dust-ups…
The action wasn’t as hot as in the past, but neither was the run.
Keep a heads-up approach when in traffic during the holiday — you don’t know who you’ll run into.
Line launchers mimicking the scofflaw’s method is one of the reasons fish get spooked and quit biting.
The grizzled gentlemen have been coming down to Homer for over 35 years to ambush flats from their modest skiff in “secret holes” east of the Spit.
On weekends, keeping your head on a swivel is a must.
The lagoon wasn’t exactly a hotspot for king-popping last week even for the couple of fish-stealing thug seals that showed up.
The Spit resembled an Indie 500 parking lot and the road was a whack-a-mole experience.
Angling-famished fanatics are heading our way.
