Redfish

Corpus Christi Bay is tequila clear and cellophane slick this morning. When my kayak slipped over the oyster bed a moment ago, a thousand calcium and carbon blades scratched the hull and scraped off any boats on my tail. Now I stand up in the sit-in kayak, invert my paddle, and pull a camo sock-hat...

After years of discussion and planning, we make it to the Keys for our dream fishing trip. We’ve dreamt of balmy weather and airborne tarpon all winter—my buddy Parker and I—while buried beneath piles of Maine snow. But the weather is against us here too. Mid-March cold fronts have water temps below...