The alarm didn't need to go off. Ray was already awake at five, standing in the garage doorway with a mug of coffee, staring at the trailer…

I’ve run those yellow boats, not idling around either, but wide open, throttles down, heading toward someone’s bad day. Because that’s what it nearly always was. Nobody…

Fishing for the next generation will not disappear, but it will almost certainly feel different,  shaped by pressures, technology, and a changing relationship with the water itself.…