There is nothing like a string of bad ice fishing seasons to make a hardwater junkie more thirsty for the next. Well, this winter was a sne...

Not often do I use this blog as a pulpit, but this is an important issue and something that could be avoided if enough anglers speak up. I ...

The days start early; very early. Competition for prime real estate is fierce, as hardwater nomads travel long ways in the wee hours of the...

Yesterday I took a ride to a Connecticut tidal river that pours into western Long Island Sound. The target species was fresh Atlantic herrin...

Every year, after my last cast has been made in the surf and before ice forms on our lakes, there is a peaceful place I go to clear my head...