Aug 27, 2018
Shorter days. Colder nights. Less time for fishing.
Jul 27, 2018
Sky-blue damselflies hovered in midair near the shoreline where my fishing rods were leaning against a small aspen.
Jul 13, 2018
The evening sun hung low within a steel-colored sky.
May 29, 2018
When I was a teenager living in Tampa, I often walked a three mile long white sand beach fishing for redfish as vast armies of blood-red fiddler crabs scattered into tiny holes.
Apr 30, 2018
Looking for answers in a remote stream on southern Baranoff Island. PHOTO BY ANDREW CREMATA A...
Under the Boardwalk: Remains of Elijah and Moses swooped up by secret sect, spread around Skagway gardens
Oct 27, 2017
I got the call – actually a Facebook message – on a Friday night. I had been waiting for this calling for almost a year.