Pier fisherman from around the Jacksonville Beach area and beyond dusted off their old pier carts, wiped the cobwebs from their rods and reels, and came out in force to welcome a new and long-awaited friend. On Thursday, December 30, 2004, the City...

Whether you're dealing with freshwater catfish destined for your dinner plate or a gafftop catfish that has completely scummed and slimmed the first three feet of your line, there are some handling, first-aid and interesting facts common to both salt...

I can't tell you how many times I have been poked, bitten or stung while fishing. Over the summer I was finned by catfish six times in two hours while taking a boat load of kids night fishing. I think they found it more fun to sling the flopping catfish...

The full moon left a silvery path across the rippled surface of the water while dorsal fins gleamed in the light. Tarpon feeding at night are noisy and the night was so still that we could hear the gentle exhalations as they rolled. Frequently...

If you are reading this article, chances are you love to eat fish just like I do. Unfortunately there are several things you should be aware of before consuming certain types of fish. I could eat fish on a daily basis, but some of the things that I will...

Once upon a time, on the Gulf coast of Florida, a beautiful wife and mother of two sat on her dock watching the fish. She was unwinding after a stressful day as a financial advisor with Merrill Lynch. Mesmerized by the fish, she soon acquired a cast net...

Jimmy Rodrigue paced the dock impatiently as the sun broke free from the Apalachicola horizon. The temperature already neared 80*F. It was going to be brutally hot and Ricky was late--again. It never failed; Ricky would call up at the last minute and...

On February 22, 2005, we decided to put a crew together for a swordfish trip on a 35-foot Predator, named Tsunami. The crew included my brother Greg Dunn, my father Fred Dunn, Clegg Durkin, Greg Salsburg, Donnie Tickle and myself. We left the dock in...

As I looked back over my shoulder at the sun creeping above the horizon in the east, I felt a small bump on the end of my line. I turned my head just in time to see the end of my rod bend straight into the water. Bracing my feet and quickly adjusting...

Reflections on Fishing Family A chill wind blew against our backs as my husband and I watched an infamous family fishing team return to port after a long day of wahoo fishing in rough winter seas. They were easy to spot as they were aboard one of the...