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Picture this: a seven-year-old stands on a sun-warmed dock, hands trembling with excitement, clutching a neon-green fishing rod. The bobber

Your line twitches. You freeze. The sun’s barely up, mist curls off the water, and you’re about to find out

The first time a roosterfish hit my line off the coast of Quepos, I nearly dropped the rod. The reel

Picture this: You’re standing on a sun-bleached dock, rod in hand, heart pounding as a flash of silver darts beneath

Picture this: You’re standing on a sun-bleached dock, hands slick with fish scent, and you’ve just run out of live