All Blog articles by Kathie Morgan
“You sure can cast,” said the man watching from his seat on the ice chest. I grinned and sent my Berkley Powerbait swimbait sailing toward the shore. Maybe, just maybe, I would hook a nice striper and hand it off to my new admirer.
On a warm and breezy morning in June, the Independence had...read more ››
On Friday's trip to Lake Sonoma, I caught and kept a 14-inch smallmouth, while we both released a lot of smaller fish. The key to catching bass, as it so often is, was to cast a floating lure toward structure in shallow water, wait until the ripples have disappeared, then start your...read more ››
In August David and I accepted a neighbor’s invitation to fish salmon out of Bodega Bay. Yes!
At 4:45 Wayne picked us up and we headed to the Sonoma Coast, specifically to Mason’s Marina, home of the boat that Wayne had borrowed. We trudged down the dock in darkness and carried our gear...read more ››
While some fish have your name on them right from the start, others seem fated to streak across your fishing trip like a shining meteor. Their flash in the pan turns out to be merely the reflection of a vanishing rainbow riding bareback aboard a whirlwind. For the rest of your life you give...read more ››
Some fish were never meant to be yours. Like young love, some fish explode into your life, igniting the day with boundless excitement that you hope will never end. You cross your fingers and hold your breath, your pulse pounding and goose bumps rising. At breakneck speed you rush headlong...read more ››
You start with a dream. Blue skies, clouds maybe, a release of tension. Blue water, a sunny breeze, and a surge of adrenaline. A glimpse of something you’ve never before seen, or commonplace but strangely different here in your dream. This is why we fish.
Disabled military veterans are no...read more ››
My imagination painted Convict Lake as a very dark place. The violent deaths of escaped prisoners had given the lake its name. And a mysterious breed of hard-core anglers known as Brown Baggers spent hours plumbing Convict’s dark waters in hopes of catching the legendary trophy trout...read more ››
It was August, tuna time in Moss Landing. The albacore have been as close as 10 miles from Santa Cruz so far this season. I have not fished for albacore very often and when Carol Jones, the owner of Kahuna Sportfishing, asked me if I wanted to go out with them on Wednesday, I blurted out...read more ››
If we hadn’t got there when we did, those fish would have died of hunger. David always checks stomach contents when he fillets our catch, and the stripers we caught on our last Napa River trip were empty.
We had headed first to the Pond, but the tide was surging out and taking with it...read more ››
When he sent me the T-shirt 20 years ago, Carroll had no idea what he started. Neither did I. J-A-M-A-I-C-A in hot shades of pink, lime green, and orange was spelled out across a white background. David wore it fishing.
Hopkins Pond was the prettiest of the ponds we fished regularly, and...read more ››