FISH! Tales: Florida
My Biggest Bass
When I was 14 years-old, my father and I took a weekend trip to Lake Talquin, Florida to do some night bream fishing.
Posted: June 9, 2011 | Read More
I was only a year-old when my father, Robert H., bought our family a cottage in the Poconos, Pennsylvania. Little did I know that I would spend the next eighteen summers there.
Posted: June 10, 2011 | Read More
My dad had a 12–foot wooden runabout that was powered mostly by one cylinder of a 2–cycle 10-horse-power Mercury.
Posted: June 14, 2011 | Read More
Fifty-four years ago, I had the good fortune to be born to a father that was a terrible fisherman. Fortunately for me, however is that he is also a very good dad.
Posted: June 14, 2011 | Read More
In September, 2007, I went on a fishing trip for Kingfish with my brother, Capt. Bruce C. We had anchored off of Boca Raton in seventy feet of water, just inside the reef and started a sand-balling chum line.
Posted: July 6, 2011 | Read More
In May 2003, I was ill prepared for surf fishing in front of the El Governor Motel, but I cast into the surf with an ultra-lite 5-foot spin cast spooled with 6lb test line and I caught my personal best, a 34-inch Redfish.
Posted: August 4, 2011 | Read More
It was Friday July, 9, 2011; my husband and son were looking online at the tide charts.
Posted: August 10, 2011 | Read More
Growing up in South Florida, I remember spending my weekends and summers fishing the lakes and canals around the neighborhood. I was never any good at throwing a baseball, but I've always been great at fishing. I learned how to fish from my dad, he learned from his, and so on.
Posted: August 18, 2011 | Read More
One of my fondest memories takes place in the late 50's. My father had lost his job and we were surviving only on my mother's paltry pay from a job at a gift store.
Posted: October 26, 2011 | Read More
