For the second consecutive trip, the morning bite was hotter than two hamsters farting in a wool sock. The type of bait and whether it was a...

It was the last day of the year and final day of open season at the reservoir. Jeff and I pulled up at the same time from opposite direction...

Our limit of 12 lines was set under the ice before the sun lifted over the trees. Despite only having a half day to fish, hopes were high as...

There was no sign of them only a week earlier, so I was both surprised and delighted to see tiny rings scattered across the glassy surface o...

For a fish that no one really eats, little tunny sure garner a whole lot of attention. “Albie fever” is an accurate description for how angl...