Wading out on a bottom of fine white sand, it’s important to shuffle the feet and boost out any freshwater stingrays without prompting retaliation. There’s time for a few last casts into the sunset. I can just make out the crackling of ice in my drink above the gentle murmur of water flowing around my…
“Time is but the stream I go a-fish-ing in.” This thought from Henry David Thoreau’s musings on Walden Pond swirls in the cold morning air, over the Fraser River’s brown boiling water and up to Mount Chan, still purple in the early dawn’s light. The metaphor that connects the flow of the river to the…
‘Panama’ translates as ‘an abundance of fish’ in the Cueva Indian language. It certainly is an area of great interest to gamefisherman. These rich waters are home to plentiful marlin and an expotic mix of inshore treats. HISTORY Panama is the name of the first village founded by Spanish explorers in the early 1500s and…
Holidays Made Happy Wintertime brings many things to the residents of the hinterlands. These include winter weather and the holidays. In this season Jack Frost starts nipping at your nose, and Jack Daniels in the eggnog can tickle the ol’ liver. Both of these influences bring the mind to bear on heading down South FLorida…
There’s an old adage: “Can one understand what it means to be a leaf without knowing that it’s part of a tree?” In the early morning netherlight at Guatemala’s Puerto Quetzal Marina, a small tropical tree grows near where my son is combing the water’s edge. On its branch a leaf dances in the breeze,…
There’s only one cure for the Costa Rican blues Costa Rica, nestled in the thin strip between the bottom of Mexico and South America, is acknowledged as one of the best gamefishing destinations on the planet. Riley Love opens the door to this must-see adventure. It is a sound that resonates like no other. Sometimes…
“I’ve got a big one!” The thick pole was bent u-shaped in my small hands and was being pulled down toward the boat’s gunwale. “Try to keep your rod tip up, partner,” said my father looming large next to me. With his strong hands the rod seemed to come up easily. “That’s it; make him…
“Zzzrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.” It will never cease to amaze, just how fast the line can scream off one of those big Penn Internationals when a heavy fish hits, and how high the sound’s pitch can reach. You don’t even need to look down at it to know what’s happening. Sublime, finger tips touch the spool just enough…
When our plans for peacock bass fishing in Venezuela in early 2003 were terminated by the political strife there, I was delighted to stumble across an Internet website for a new fishing camp on the Pacific coast of Panama. My brother, Mike, and I had fished this area several times before, going back 25 years…