Author: Nathan Winicki

My first glimpse into long range fishing came when I was nine years old. I was with my dad walking up on the docks above Fisherman’s Landing getting ready for a morning of calico bass fishing when we passed a long line of guys with these giant carts absolutely filled to the brim with bags, boxes, and these huge bundles of rods. I asked what kind of crazy trip these guys were going on and my dad pointed out to the gleaming Royal Polaris and said these are long rangers heading out for a week. This random memory stayed with…

My eyes snap open as the droning of the engine fades and the sound of the anchor rattling down tells me it’s time to get up. Still bleary eyed, I walk up on deck and the first rays of light are just starting to grace the horizon. Birds are working the greasy calm waters around us as a deckhand up on the tank flips sardines off the port corner. I sip on some coffee and follow the baits as they land. Each one hits the water, scurries around for a moment and attempts to dive down when all the sudden…