This entry brings up a huge debate in river access and public rights. I originally wrote this for my personal blog, but decided that this is an issue that all of us WFN fans may encounter at some point in our lives.   On one of my favorite local fishing forums, a rant was posted about etiquette and wading vs shorebound fishermen. This gentleman had been fishing from the banks of one my

 As any bass fisherman who has ever had the thrill of catching a bass on a hollow body frog knows... there is nothing like it - period. But what makes it so exciting? It's not always the most productive choice and it can be BEYOND frustrating at times. It's not a method for the the faint of heart. Maybe that's it? Every single day during the summer months here in the grand old U.S. A. -

So I was asked what my dream fishing trip was and I couldn't give a good answer. Sure, fishing for marlin, sharks, or something crazy like that sounds fun...but is it really my dream? After thinking for a while about it, this is what I have figured out:  My dream trip would take place at a non-specific location, for a non-specific species, with two very specific people, my wife and son.

This past Sunday, I headed out to go do some fishing. The main target was Bowfin and you can read about that part of the day here. As I was on my way home from there, I saw an exit sign that said Route 6 - Next Exit. That triggered a memory of a new place I had read about on one of the local fishing forums and the car magically veered its way towards the exit. I called the wife and said I am

Ever since catching my first bowfin a couple weeks ago, I have been somewhat obsessed with catching another. This past Sunday, I had the morning free so I left the house at o-dark-thirty and headed to the spot where I got my last one. For the first fifteen minutes, there was plenty of activity. I could see them swirl as they created a wake under the thick algae blooms. Although it missed