A Dozen Reasons to Take Your Kids Fishing

I stood on the mossy bank of a northern New England stream tinged green-tea and gold with fallen leaves and filtered light, a long, deep pool stretching out above me, fed by the measured flow from a beaver dam upstream. My father knelt at my side, a tall man who smelled of soap and aftershave,…

Memoirs of a Fisherboy

I was eight years old, and too small and weak. Two of my brothers worked on a deep sea fishing boat. The older, Tim, was a mate, helping gaff monstrous cod, pollack, haddock, tying clinch knots of 50-pound test line onto 16-ounce diamond jigs, unsnarling birdsnests of line from the reels of fishermen who let…