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Tag Archives: Fishing
Surf Fishing For Halibut
Throwin’ lures for flatties on a late afternoon rising tide. Related Posts: Halibut 48 Pound White Seabass
Native Steelhead of Yore
Claude M. Kreider fly fishing for steelhead trout on the Santa Ynez River in 1942. “And here—only one hundred and fifty miles from the great Los Angeles metropolitan area—flows the Santa Ynez, the most productive of all the little steelhead … Continue reading →
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48 Pound White Seabass
About a half an hour before I shot this 48 pound white seabass, I had shot another one of equal size. But I was using a smaller speargun and the spear just bounced right off. After swimming back to the … Continue reading →
Fishing’s Good on Bill’s Barge
An advertisement from the Carpinteria Herald in 1927.
Halibut
I had been throwing my line for sometime on the rising tide at a favorite zone when a guy trudged down the beach and set up just down from me. The interloper effectively reduced my fishing grounds by half, as … Continue reading →













