ROCKPORT, Texas -- You can’t touch it, taste it, smell it or even see it, but it’s there looming just below the shimmering surface -- a rare fishing catch.
You can call it the great unknown.
It’s the masked uncertainty dripping with luminous anticipation that drives anglers of all ages to...
Texas bass fishing is akin to Texas deer hunting: You don’t have to go far to find the big ones.
Many of the state’s more than 2 million resident anglers have started their pursuit of finding the lunker of a lifetime, while some have hit the jackpot recently. There have...
BIRTHRIGHT, Texas – Just west of this hamlet nestled among the sprawling thickets of Texas' post oak prairie sits the best fishery you’ve never seen.
It has only been two decades since Cooper Lake in Delta and Hopkins counties was impounded, but in that time the 19,000-acre reservoir on the...
The nilgai antelope is right at home in deep South Texas.
These current residents of the brush country are descendants of the first “blue bulls” from southern Asia that were transplanted on the famed King Ranch in the 1920s and 1930s, and their numbers have steadily grown from a few...
Lake Alan Henry near Lubbock may not be producing largemouths for the Toyota ShareLunker program the way it did from 2004 to 2006 when it churned out 18 entries exceeding 13 pounds, but its depths have given up another type of lunker -- the spotted bass.
Erik Atkins of Lubbock...
Texas bass fishing is way ahead of the pack.
And you can thank biologists and even Mother Nature for helping our state harbor the best largemouth angling in the country.
Bassmaster Magazine recently released its list of the best 100 U.S. bass lakes and Texas again led the way with nine...
WAILUPE BEACH, OAHU -- As he skulked along the shore with his steely gaze on the translucent shallows, Ollie Owens somewhat resembled a bear looking for its next scaly feast in an Alaskan stream. The veteran fly fishing guide was intently studying the water, hoping it would give up...
On the final day of duck season, Baffin Bay hunting is measured in hours and minutes.
And the clock is ticking.
A looming full moon peeking ominously through faint bands of wispy clouds greets the pair of droning bay boats flanked by the unmistakable mist of salty spray that always hovers...