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We’re Putting on the Foil, Coach

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

Getting geared up, changing out the old backing, we got a big week ahead. That’s right, get out there and stick ‘em.

PHOTOGRAPHY: Book Project Underway

Monday, November 2nd, 2009
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Photo the exclusive property of Toshbrown.com

Those are the hands of Jason Puris of Thefin.com releasing a striper in the surf. Jason proved a huge help to getting our book project off the ground.

Tosh Brown took some awesome shots in incredibly harsh conditions and posted some of them here, in a lightbox on his site.

Now my job starts. Time to put some real thought onto the page, rather than firing off blog posts.

Thanks again to Jason, Paul Dixon, Jim Levison, John McMurray, Mike Warecke, and the Salty Fly Rodders of New York.

What I Like To See Through My Shades, #3

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
Racing stripes.

Racing stripes.

BOOK REVIEW: The Big One

Friday, April 17th, 2009

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Score one for participatory journalism.

In 2007 David Kinney, a career newspaperman, dove headfirst into the collective insanity that is the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby. The result is The Big One, an exhaustively researched window into the people and culture that fuel the derby, and the mania that fuels them.

It would be tempting to think this was an easy book to write; go fishing and then type it all out. That would be incorrect. Kinney deserves credit for gaining access to a group so paranoid and insular that getting any of them to talk and take him fishing is remarkable. (In fact, reading some passages, you’re left to wonder if the source is on the level or passing along blatant misinformation.)

Kinney weaves the narrative around a local angler named Lev Wlodyka, who during the tournament catches the fish of a lifetime and sparks a flurry of controversy that still reverbates in striper cirlces today. (Yo-yoing for stripers is a divisive fishing technique.) But Kinney fishes with just about everybody in the tournament; from shore, by boat, at night, at sunrise, on the jetty, in public spots and secret spots, with blue collar wharf rats and charter hiring blue bloods. He documents what the tourney means to them against the backdrop of evolving Vineyard life.

The book is not for everyone. Some may be turned off by what competitive fishing does to people. Others will blanch at the glorification of an all-kill tournament, a practice even a lot of hardcore anglers find outdated. If you’re comfortable with either notion, and have delved into northeast salt, you will enjoy this read.

Even if you’ve never been to the Vineyard or fished for striped bass, bluefish, albies, or bonito, there is one central theme you can take away from this book. And that is that the best fishermen are insane.

VIDEO: False Albacore

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

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Some shaky footage from fishing for false albacore last week.

[UPDATE: Reloaded the video after trying to take some of the shakiness out. It was making me sick.]

[NOTE: For everyone asking, the rod is a Helios prototype, which is why it has a different reel seat and coloration than what's in production. And, yes, that is floating line. I had on full sink, but when I hooked my first one the line didn't clear properly and I got a ridiculous bird's nest pulled tight by a fleeing albie. I didn't want to miss out while untangling, so I switched out to the floating--all I had--super quick just to get a fly in the mix. Normally I use full sink. The backing is gel spun.]

Lighthouse Blitz

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

Albie Puke

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

Match the hatch.

NEW YORK: False Albacore Arrive…

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

…Faith in humanity, restored.

False Albamacore!

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

They’re in! Drop everything. Over

NYC: Here It Comes

Friday, September 12th, 2008

A photo from my office window of fall-like weather rolling in over the Hudson. Follow the Hudson south under the Verrazano into the Bight and out to Breezy, and, dammit boy, you’re bound to hook up with something.