Standing on my grandfather’s dock at age eight, watching my line disappear into the dark water...

I’ll never forget the sinking feeling in my stomach when a conservation officer approached me...

The charter boat captain’s laugh still echoes in my head. “You paid $300 to catch two...

Three years ago, I was guiding a corporate group on Lake Sam Rayburn when the client’s phone...

Picture this: you’re standing on the banks of a pristine mountain stream at dawn, mist rising...

I still remember the first time I tried to put a line on a fishing reel by myself. I was 12 years...

It was 6 AM on a crisp morning at Bass Lake, and I was fumbling with my fishing line in the dim...

Last summer, I watched half my fishing buddies pack up and head home when the first raindrops hit...

The ice was finally melting off Lost Lake, and I could practically feel the bass stirring beneath...