By Doug Olander, Editor-In-Chief, Sport Fishing Magazine
December, 2009 Vol.14 No.3
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the sea,
The sails were stirring; we hooked twenty-three!
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, that version of the first couple of lines of his traditional poem really does reflect with remarkable accuracy my experience last December.
In fact, what better gifts to give any angler than a holiday getaway fishing for sailfish off Guatemala? Forget lords and ladies leaping; partridges in pear trees; or snow, ice and cold, dark days.
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Text And Most Photos by Contributor Yvette Cardozo and Bill Hirsch
Dinner came in luscious waves. First a delicate spoonful of icewine-infused, smoked salmon, then a scallop ravioli covered gently with champagne cream sauce, then strips of roast pork marinated in Tahitian vanilla, garlic and sage. And finally, the most amazing ice cream made with sour cream and fig-wine sauce. All this paired with the best wines interior British Columbia has to offer.
And every mouth watering bite, every tongue tantalizing drop was absolutely guilt free. For we had spent half that day up to our knees in fresh powder snow, skiing our legs into rubbery submission on Sun Peaks Resort slopes in British Columbia. Read More »
Minutes after dropping our lines into the muddy river, Tucsonan Bob Greenberg hooked into a two hundred pound monster. Exploding out of the water, the tarpon ran and jumped as night fell. Extremely fit, Bob struggled to even move the fish. As the sun set over the jungle canopy, we had visions of Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea”, when the Cuban “viejo” fought the fish throughout the night. Bob brought the fish to the boat time and again, only to have it make another long run. Read More »
Text and photos by Mary L. Peachin
Oct – Nov 2009, Vol. 14. No. 2
Hey, grizzly! Grabbing his bear spray, fly fishing guide Logan Wilkins shouted, “Patricia, start walking slowly down the beach…now!” Resting against a fallen tree trunk at the beach’s edge, river riffles muffled Logan’s words. Pat’s view of the grizzly standing on the log peering at us from its sanctuary in the rainforest was blocked by the immense tree. Oblivious to any danger, Pat instinctively responded by crouching slowly up the beach toward the river. The bear reacted to Logan’s command by retreating into the forest. Read More »
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, that version of the first couple of lines of his traditional poem really does reflect with remarkable accuracy my experience last December.
