block island · regulation speak · waxing philosophic

hand lining for cod, the Bonnie S. & waters of change

Back in the day, John Swienton would turn the Bonnie S. north out of Old Harbor, then steam less than twenty minutes at 8 knots to find his mark off Clay Head. Filling his Thermos cup, he watched the high cliff line for a green mansard roof, checked the amount of water below and made… Continue reading hand lining for cod, the Bonnie S. & waters of change

alewives · fancy latin words · fresh water fishing · regulation speak · sarcasm with a chance of humor

buckies, ladders, eels & unemployment

Construction at two fish ladders on the Saugatucket River has begun at last. In Peacedale, Narragansett Dock Works has started changing the sluiceway floor height and the pitch in the lift system, which will reduce the occasionally volatile flow of water. As the current design reflects a time when our rivers once were home to… Continue reading buckies, ladders, eels & unemployment

regulation speak · sarcasm with a chance of humor · striped bass

regulations, attendance and stealing green crabs. cool stuff.

Starting January 1, 2015, necessary changes to the recreational and commercial striper fishery will begin. Coastal recreational anglers will be limited to a bag limit of one striped bass per day with a minimum size of twenty-eight inches. While the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission did not reduce the minimum size as some had advocated… Continue reading regulations, attendance and stealing green crabs. cool stuff.

fresh water fishing · sarcasm with a chance of humor · waxing philosophic

big water, little fish & a hard wooden bench

Writing a fishing column requires lots of time looking to the water but not out the window, lest you see how much fun everyone else is having catching actual fish. In spite of this and my editor’s looming deadline, four of us waded into the Salmon River last week, a fast moving tributary of Lake… Continue reading big water, little fish & a hard wooden bench

striped bass · waxing philosophic

wayne kenyon, fishing all day and those lost forever

With a new September light behind him, Wayne Kenyon walked the path from Moonstone Beach, carrying a bucket and pole. Since he was a boy of five and first walked to fish the Beaver River, he has been a fisherman. He fished through his years working at the Kenyon Mill, his marriage, raising three children… Continue reading wayne kenyon, fishing all day and those lost forever