Picture this: a seven-year-old stands on a sun-warmed dock, hands trembling with excitement, clutching a neon-green fishing rod. The bobber dances on the water. Suddenly,
Your line twitches. You freeze. The sun’s barely up, mist curls off the water, and you’re about to find out if your fishing rig for
The first time a roosterfish hit my line off the coast of Quepos, I nearly dropped the rod. The reel screamed, my heart hammered, and
Picture this: You’re standing on a sun-bleached dock, rod in hand, heart pounding as a flash of silver darts beneath the water’s surface. You squint,
Picture this: You’re standing on a sun-bleached dock, hands slick with fish scent, and you’ve just run out of live bait. The fish are biting,