The cold, hard facts of the case made mine a difficult position to defend. It happened thus.
When my wife entered the living room I was yelling at the back cover of a magazine. She asked what was going on, a look of minor concern on her face, at which point I flipped the magazine over, revealing — this is where I blew any chance I might have had of mounting a rational defense — a boat advertisement. Not a fiery op-ed, not a back-page column laden with typos that tend to send me into orbit, not one of my own pieces edited badly or run with the wrong byline. An ad.
As Charley Soares noses the bow of his 18-foot skiff toward the edge of the boulder field, I glance quickly at the near-2-pound scup dangling from a treble at the working end of my line and brace my knees under the coaming in preparation for what I know will be an ugly lob, at best.
A problem with scouting is that it often requires you to tune out the gut-level instinct for instant action.
Tournament winners separate themselves from the chumps who run up the first-place payouts by demystifying the quest to put fish in the boat.
Editor’s note: What makes the perfect fishing boat? It depends, among other things, on the type of fishing you have in mind. This is the second of two columns examining a veteran charter captain’s progression through the four boats he has owned.
After 20 years of running smaller charter fishing boats, Capt. Al Anderson of Narragansett, R.I., in 1981 moved up to a 35-foot Down East-style boat, built in close collaboration with Connecticut-based designer/builder Peter Legnos.
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Tim Coleman died May 3, in Weekapaug, R.I., doing what he loved to do best at that time of year: scouting the salt ponds and outer beaches for spring striped bass. He was an exceptional saltwater angler and a prolific writer. Thousands of readers lost an advocate and authentic storyteller for fishing in the Northeast, and anyone fortunate to have known Tim lost a good friend.