Summer All-Nighters: A Fishing Rite of Passage

by Jack Naves

Some memories never fade. A cool breeze. Waves lapping against the side of the boat. That river smell. The sound of the clicker going off.

I’ll never forget spending nights on the Sacramento River near Clarksburg with my dad back in the eighties. In search of striped bass, we’d anchor out on the flats and spend the night enjoying great food, watching wildlife, and waiting for that lunker to come along.

Those memories never fade; they are recalled anytime I am lucky enough to spend a night on the boat. Those opportunities are rare these days, but when they do happen, it takes me back to those nights on the river.

I recently had...