Just a fluke?

It seems I’m constantly writing about things I screw up, so I figured it’s only fair that I should tell you about something I didn’t.
It started with yesterday morning’s fishing trip. We went out at about 7:00 AM, in search of scup, bluefish, or both.
Scup fishing and bluefish fishing are very different. Scup feed on [...]

How to smoke a bluefish

Pellicle acquisition

I’m going to go out on a limb here. I’m going to break with my invariable custom of writing posts that are completely useless and actually tell you how to do something.
First, though, I should mention that the reason I seldom tell you how to do anything is that, no matter what it is, there [...]

One fish, two fish … bluefish!

The reward for trout fishing

Before I’d ever done it, I thought of fishing as one, monolithic activity. You get yourself a pole, and a line, and some bait, toss it out there and see what comes up. Might be a perch. Might be a tuna. You hope for the tuna.
It turns out, though, that fishing is much more complicated [...]

Smokin’

I'm improving

When it comes to eating, bluefish is nobody’s favorite. You’ve probably heard some variation of the joke about how to prepare it: fillet it, brine it, and cook it on a plank over a low fire for an hour – then throw away the fish and eat the plank.
Ha ha.
When it comes to fishing, though, [...]

We got the blues

Very fresh fish

Yesterday I drove back to the Cape from Manhattan, where I’d spent three days combining business and pleasure. When I was about an hour from home, Kevin called.
He asked the first question everyone asks anyone they call on a cell phone. “Where are you?”
“I’m on the bus,” I said. This is our little joke, dating [...]

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