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A writer I dig, John Gierach, once wrote, “There are only two types of anglers: those in your party and the assholes.” While I’ve cursed plenty of people on the water, I also have full confidence that, were I in need of help, a fellow fisherman would put himself in harm’s way to do so. I’ve seen it happen.
Despite our petty rifts, hunters and anglers comprise a community, and when shit gets tough, we back our own.
Well, in the Bahamas, shit just...

The journey continues…
Wildlife refuges aren’t always well understood, but they represent one of this country’s greatest ideas. Game species are more resilient than we sometimes give them credit for, and populations can survive and rebound from major setbacks if they have the right habitat. Contrary to popular belief, most wildlife refuges do allow fishing and/or hunting.
In this week’s episode, we explore a refuge that’s playing a critical role...

“There’s one 12-pounder that hangs around that rusted piling, and another 8-pounder just past it; maybe more down the beach.” Mike said, dropping me off on the narrow sliver of land outside the harbor. “They’ll be along the dropoff, in about two feet of water. I’ll pick you up on the far end after we drift the coral bar.”
Calling it an island is exaggeration. It’s really more of a spit: a collection of fractured coral, sand trash and naupaka...