Friday, April 27, 2012

Stewardship By Terry Gibson




By Terry Gibson, Senior Editor

About a year ago, my girlfriend, Teresa and I decided to align our conservation and cooking ethics with health needs. The rules are pretty simple. For protein, we only eat wild fish, fowl and game that we harvested, ethically and legally of course, or serve up what’s shared with us by friends. We try to abide by it as closely as possible, given Teresa’s work schedule at the hospital, and all my traveling. We eat everything we harvest. And we do our best to cook low-fat, low-sodium, low-cholesterol dishes with nature’s bounty. 
Right now, there’s a wild turkey out back taking on the goodness of apple wood smoke. I’m planning on smoking a couple of wild hog hams for some weekend barbeque. And if we can catch some bluefish, I bet that a smoked fish and arugula salad will go great with lean, barbeque wild pork. 
Life is good.
We got serious about abiding by this ethic because of stern talking-to that my doctor gave me. But we quickly realized another great health benefit—a healthier relationship—thanks to the fun times we’re having fishing, hunting and cooking together. Plus, there’s some of that “sticking it to the man” satisfaction. A lot of meats that you buy in the grocery store are mass-produced, cause pollution issues or are imported seafood that’s farm-raised or caught with harmful fishing gear. We aren’t fans of large, corporate anything, and we aspire always towards self-reliance.
Fly & Light Tackle Angler Editor Mike Conner, Creative Director Ron Romano and I have spent many creative years together in the magazine business, in another type of  “kitchen,”  the editorial office. In designing FLTA, we spent a long time thinking about the key “cookware” and ingredients that will make each issue a savory, healthy, five-course-meal, with plenty of tantalizing tapas between issues, made available via the FLTA website. 
We want to help you get on great bites in beautiful places with the most effective tackle and tactics. We promise to keep you up on the latest fishing-related news. And through our blogs, as well as the Lab column reserved for guest scientists, plus the Stewardship column, we want to help you develop informed perspectives on the management issues of our time, and make informed personal conduct decisions on the water. 
Make sure you also check out Cuisine as well. You’ll find some surprising recipes for your favorite species and for species you never thought fit for eating. A lot of other species are really tasty if prepared right, and harvesting them will help spread out the pressure. 
Until next week, tight lines, and Bon appétit



Monday, April 23, 2012

On The Line by Mike Conner


This morning, April 20, it seemed that summer returned to Southeast Florida. Rainy weather returned and the morning air was thick. And sadly, so are many anglers and water lovers. How so? 

Well, I started the day pompano fishing with surf rods on the beach, at a spot that according to my intel, was productive 24 hours earlier. But this morning, seaweed was thick enough to pull surf rods down in their spikes. By 8:30, I took my lone fish home, and hooked up my skiff and headed back to the coast, to fish the Indian River. Landed two fair snook under docks, and the trout bite went off as the rain clouds piled up and got dark. It was only noon, but  I left the fish biting, because of the fast-building "cauliflowers" over the coast. Got back to the ramp just in time as a few flashes lit the horizon. Anglers in two other boats were launching with rods in the upright racks, rigged for the afternoon. 

One guy looked at me and said, "Been out since sunrise?" 

I told him, no, launched at 10 a.m. but the weather concerned me. 

"A little rain is not a big deal," he laughed. 

"No, but the sparklers comin' out of those storms are!"  To which he said that as long as you are a few miles from a thunderstorm, you're safe.  I just shrugged and said, be careful and good luck, as the skies darkened. 

On my drive home, I thought about how foolhardy those guys were, but nothing like the couple I passed on the beach last summer while I literally sprinted to the car lot with my fly rod as a hot thunderstorm sent bolts to the water a few miles up the coast. They were walking the beach toward the storm.  

When I warned them, the man actually said, "Oh, it's okay. We are wearing rubber-soled shoes." 

I see blatant disregard for personal safety on the water daily when weather threatens. Summer is coming, folks, keep your eyes on the sky.