When your fist date is a coon hunt, you’re in for a life of moaning up a tree.
by H. William Rice
From the February/March 2009 issue

In my world, coon hunters were a breed apart. Perhaps it was because they hunted in the night. Perhaps it was the dogs, those dangle-eared hounds that could cost a thousand dollars or more but looked like they lived under the front porch of a shotgun house..

I’m goin’ to New Caledonia, get me a massive bonefish if I can.
Said I’m goin’ to New Caledonia, get me a massive bonefish if I can.
Unless Australia beats up on England, leave me like Lear cryin’ in the sand.
by Charles Rangeley-Wilson
From the 2009 Expeditions & Guides Annual.

mojo (mō-jō)
noun
A magic charm, amulet, or spell. Magic powers, as in: He ain’t caught a fish in ages. Must have lost his mojo.

On the Menominee River, between Wisconsin and the U.P., the gamest fish that swims swims almost unmolested.
Article & Photography by Tom Davis
From the 2009 Expeditions & Guides Annual.

Bart Landwehr looked stricken. The grinning Huck Finn boyishness had vanished; you’d have thought someone shot his dog.