Fishing

Rob Miller has been fishing the rips off Chatham, Massachusetts, and Nantucket for 15 years. “These are amazing, beautiful waters, and I’ve had some terrific

It’s often said that autumn is a time of plenty. Rightfully so, considering it’s a period when mature crops are bountiful and ready for harvest.

At 17.6 miles from shore to shore, the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel takes vehicular traffic on U.S. Route 13 across the mouth of Chesapeake Bay. A

No matter what you call them — rockfish, stripers, linesiders or any of a host of other names — the striped bass (Morone saxatilis) is

I like the heft of the analog world, where real objects have weight, texture and patina, and where touch and feel have currency and value.

I sat on my front stoop on one of the first legitimately brisk mornings this winter admiring a caterpillar that had coiled itself into the

Match the hatch. Yet another three-word morsel of alleged angling wisdom rendered more or less inert by overuse. My brain barely acknowledges the phrase anymore,

I learned an important lesson this past fall. The fact that I’ve learned this same lesson numerous times over the 20 or so years of

I used to troll the wine listings at highbrow dining establishments, searching for the grandiose and often hilarious adjectives that sniff-and-slosh enthusiasts use to describe

Dropping right out all the time, announces a familiar voice from above and behind me. The captain squints into the gathering breeze at a traffic