Treasure Island

Treasure Island

The winter of 2015 was a bitter season. Fishermen railed against it, but gales and hoarfrost blustered from the north. Sons and fathers gazed out the windows at the ruthless milieus and longed to be on the water, forced to live on the stuff of their dreams even as their patience withered to suffering. While…

Fishing for Dinosaurs

Fishing for Dinosaurs

“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…

The Evolution of the Sport

The Evolution of the Sport

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,…

Return to the Tortugas

Return to the Tortugas

“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…