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The Amazing Eight: The 8 Best Anglers that I’ve ever Met


Wettish, Matt
Matt Wettish shows off a large Connecticut brown trout in 2010.

Now, first let me say that I am by no means an authority on America’s greatest anglers. I’ve been lucky to fish with a lot of men and women who are spectacular at the sport, from Maine down to the Keys out to San Diego and up to Seattle, but I’m only 26 (alright, 30) and it’d take eleven lifetimes to meet the myriad of talented and knowledgable anglers in this nation. Having that said, I have been fortunate to meet a few, and these stood out above the crowd.

Mike Coppola, Montauk, N.Y.: I love striped bass fishing, and the surf is especially endearing. Whether it’s the sun pulling itself form the ocean and turning the night into day, or bluefish pushing bunker up onto the beach with such ferocity that the baitfish are literally leaping onto the sand to escape being eaten, there are so many moments when fishing the surf that just make the entire experience an incredible one. But I am far, far from a great surf fisherman. I’ve been lucky at times, I’ve read enough to have a basic understanding, but grouping me with a guy like Coppola is tantamount to saying a Formula One racer and a Go Cart driver are “about the same.” I got the chance to fish with Mike on Fish America for Outdoor Life, and he had the entire endeavor down to a science. We waded into the Montauk surf at night, fished until sunrise, and he swam out to rocks in a wetsuit through breakers that crushed me back onto the beach when I attempted to hold my ground. I count myself fortunate that I survived but Mike? Mike, of course, landed a 20-plus-pound striped bass right before the sun came up. Gary “The Toad” Stevens, is right up there, too, in the Montauk scene.

Preston Clark, Florida: If you grow up in an area where you do enough largemouth bass fishing, a funny thing happens. You remember, distinctly, the days when you couldn’t get a lure back to the shore or the boat without landing a fish, and you tend to forget the fruitless days on the water. This can lead to the misconception that bass fishing is “relatively” easy, or something that “everyone can do.” Truth be told, if you do anything enough, you’ll succeed at some point, which is exactly the reason I prefer the driving range to playing 18 actual holes of golf. Something about rooting around in the woods for another lost ball is harder to forget than driving a practice shot into the woods for the umpteenth time. For that, and many other reasons, there’s no shortage of people who’d describe themselves as “good,” or even “great” bass fishermen. Clark, however, is the real deal. I was fishing with Clark in 2010, on a million-degree June afternoon when the Florida bass were impossibly hard to fool. Me? I managed one small fish on the afternoon. Clark caught a largemouth that was in the seven-pound-plus range. Think that was “luck”? Nope, me neither. Clark has been both a professional angler and a guide and I’m here to tell you, he’s one of the best.

Chris Senyohl, Seattle: Seattle gets the reputation as a place where it rains all the time and is generally unpleasant. Guess who is responsible for maintaining that reputation? The people in Seattle, who are aware of the amazing outdoor opportunities that they’d like, if they can, to prevent the rest of the country from finding out about. Senyohl guides in and around the Seattle area and is one of the absolute best (not to mention kindest) anglers I’ve ever fished with. Senyohl, in only about a week’s time, put me on a silver salmon, a pink salmon, and his brother even scared the life out of me on a whitewater rafting adventure. If he could hook a novice salmon fisherman like me up, I can only imagine the wonders he could accomplish with a more experienced angler.

Todd Kersey/Brett Isackson/Steve Niemoeller: I’ll group these guys together because all three work for BassOnline, Florida’s largest freshwater guide service. Kersey amazed me with his knowledge of targeting and catching Florida’s favorite invasives, the peacock bass. Isackson actually invented a lure that looks and acts like the snakes that live near Florida’s freshwater ponds and lakes. Isackson noticed that larger bass, looking for a more substantial meal, were eating snakes that either fell from a tree branch or were slithering over lily pads, and designed and crafted a rubber lure to take advantage of that phenomenon. It takes a certain amount of faith to cast a “snake” bait to largemouth bass, but it’s quickly rewarded when the thing gets devoured. Niemoeller is another guy who invented a lure, his Steel Shad, which you can customize to fish exactly the way you’d like to to target finicky bass. All three are absolutely amazing bass fishermen.

Randy Oldfield, Texas: Randy is another bass guy, in another great bass state. If I were to dare speculate that Texas is second to Florida in terms of its ability to produce giant bass, I’d need to change my name and enter witness protection, so I’ll say that the states are about equal as far as producing big bass goes. Oldfield, however, is (in my opinion) without equal in the Lone Star State. He guides on and around Lake Fork, one of Texas’s most prized bass lakes, and he’s another one of those guys that has bass fishing down to an absolute science. While fishing with Oldfield in 2010, it was overwhelmingly evident once again that bass fishing involves about as much luck as most things in life, which is to say, some, but not much.

Chris Robinson, Florida: Now, I’ve told you about the best Florida bass guides that I’ve met, but you can’t mention Florida without talking about the salt. The Robinson Brothers Guide Service is located in my favorite part of Florida: The Panhandle. Miles away from the traditional “Disney” atmosphere that most people picture when they think of Florida, the Panhandle has beautiful white sand beaches, delicious oysters and some great inshore saltwater fishing. Robinson guides out of Apalachicola and his ability to dial in and target big redfish is incredible.

Tommy Scarborough, South Carolina: I have a distinct memory of the first time I ever fished with Scarborough in 2010. Tommy decided it would be fun to see if I could handle a shark on some lighter tackle, and I’d been lucky to hook up. I’d asked him if he’d be willing to film the fight so that I could later document it for Outdoor Life. As the dusky shark peeled drag and I stood there helpless with the rod bent, Tommy howled in his distinct southern accent: “Looks like you’re getting your butt whooped!” Aside from being a great guide, like all of these guys, Tommy is a great human being. He put me up on his couch (to spare me a night in the Jeep), fed me a home-cooked meal, and continued making fun of me even after he’d put me on enough sharks and redfish to make anyone jealous.

Matt Wettish, Connecticut: This wouldn’t be a list if we didn’t have a trout guy, right? But Wettish isn’t just any trout guy. He designed a system that allows conventional spinning-gear anglers to get (almost) as much fun out of trout fishing as the fly guys do. He fishes in and around Connecticut’s trout water with mealworms on ultra-small hooks, using super-light spinning gear. We’re talking about line as light as 2-pound test, used with a six-foot rod. Connecticut might not seem like it deserves to be in the conversation with Vermont and Montana in terms of “Trout” states, but I changed my mind completely about that notion after seeing a 20-plus-inch brown trout caught out of the Farmington River with Wettish in 2010.

(Joe Demalderis: Okay, I have a tattoo that says “One More,” did you really think I could keep it to eight? Demalderis of Cross Current Outfitters guides on the Delaware River and is an absolute trout savant. The man seemingly knows more about targeting trout on the fly than I know about any single thing. His understanding of the river system and his ability to find and target fish is among the best I’ve ever seen from any trout guide, anywhere. Period.)

If you get a chance to fish with any of these guys, take it… and take notes.

An Exciting Day at Catch a Cure Headquarters (A.K.A.: My Tiny Apartment).

The second batch of Ts arrived today, and I'll be suiting up an army against melanoma.
The second batch of Ts arrived today, and I’ll be suiting up an army against melanoma.

There are some feelings, like the fish on the end of the line, that are such an ingrained joy in us from youth, that we almost, for a second, become young again in the throes of their sensation.

Christmas morning, falling in love, seeing the sun rise… and, yes, seeing that U.P.S. truck pull up to your house… these are experiences that, if we have early on enough in life (and are positive), are saved inside a part of us that does not grow old.

And when we tap into them, no matter our age, we are ourselves young again, if only for a moment.

But enough sappy banter, the point I’m getting at is that I was doing something that might look like cleaning my apartment (to the untrained eye) when I saw that enormous U.P.S. truck squeeze down my tiny one-way street and heard a knock at the door.

It was a delivery of a second batch of Catch a Cure T-Shirts thanks to the selfless and goodhearted people at Mirror Image Printing. Rick Roth at Mirror Image knows about the battle against skin cancer all too well, and has time and again volunteered his services to help fund the mission here at Catch a Cure. I was and am grateful for the help, and couldn’t help but tear into the box to see see a fresh batch of shirts, ready to sell to raise funds for the Melanoma Research Foundation.

I have every intention of creating an army against skin cancer, and this will be our uniform, and Sunology our sunscreen. With Rick Roth at Mirror Image back on board and Hanes donating the shirts, round II is picking up steam. Native Eyewear is on board with glasses that you’ll have a chance to win with a contribution, and Sunology is giving us perhaps the most important element, sunscreen. We have a growing army against melanoma.

I would be remiss to write anything today without mentioning that my heart goes out to those in Paris. I was fortunate to visit the city as a young man, and to quote Hemingway: “If you are lucky enough to live in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

I never lived in Paris, but I was blessed to see the city from atop to Eiffel Tower, to wander along its beautiful streets, and my heart aches for those suffering in the city. Hope is our greatest human trait, and I am hoping that those suffering tonight find some solace and comfort, however they can.

The Silver Lining: What Cancer Gives Us

So many tremendous human beings have come to the aid of Catch a Cure.
So many tremendous human beings have come to the aid of Catch a Cure.

I could tell you, and I have, about the damage cancer, and melanoma, has wrought in my own life. I lost my hero and best friend, my father, I lost my health, which in truth was my own fault… but show me someone who deals with the loss of a parent at 27 and moves forward healthfully and I’ll show you a liar.

But I choose not to focus on or look at these things. Cancer has brought much more hope into my life that one might imagine. On the road with Catch a Cure, I saw the absolute best in people: Human beings willing to give of their time and energy to fight for the cause.

Few things in my life have felt better than donating the money I was able to raise to the Melanoma Research Foundation. I found Rick Roth, a man who embodies the spirit of selfless dedication better than most. The people at Hanes donated the T-shirts to be sold for the cause.

Joe Higgins at Tomo’s Tackle in Salem has helped me by selling the shirts out of his shop. The wonderful people at Bassonline in Florida came out of the woodwork to fish for a cure.

People who I have never met and barely talked to have shared my posts through social media to help spread the word.

It’s a funny thing, that when you start to move a stone away from the darkness, so that there might be light… you don’t need all the strength it would take to move that stone alone. If you start to push, so many others come to your aid. It is easy for many of us, and I’m as guilty of this as anyone… to look at that enormous boulder, to see a problem as seemingly insurmountable at cancer, and to let it lie.

But if just approach it with faith, both in ourselves and in those around us, “mighty forces come to our aid.”


Catch a Cure II Gets its First Sponsor: Sunology

Good people, making a better product.
Good people, making a better product.

On Sunology’s website, their mission statement reads: “We’re committed to supporting causes that are reflective of our brand values and progressive nature.” That’s an easy sentence to write on a webpage, and one only need to look at Facebook or any social media forum to see that writing about yourself in a positive fashion isn’t all that hard. The other day a UPS truck arrived at my apartment, and I was delivered a box full of Sunology sunscreen and gear.

Why? Sunology is donating a dollar per pound of largemouth bass caught on Catch a Cure II to the Melanoma Research Foundation this coming winter. Opening your wallet for a good cause… That’s decidedly much harder to do than writing or talking, and these people are doing it.

Their sponsorship, during a time when I’m trying to put together partners for this second venture, means more to me than I can express here in words. It’s not the expensive Christmas presents you received at 19 or 20 that you remember, it’s those first ones that lay mysteriously beneath the tree throughout all of Christmas eve, and probably cost less than anything you’d be given in years to follow.

It’s still October here on the North Shore of Massachusetts, but the other day felt decidedly more like Christmas, for me and the cause I’ve come to care so much about, too.

I have every hope, like a kid on Christmas at 5, that there will be years to follow in which Catch a Cure becomes something bigger than it is now, something more than I can make it during this period of my life. But I know, without a doubt, that I’ll remember opening that box on that October day like it was Christmas, no matter how many times I repeat Catch a Cure for the rest of my life.

If you’re in a store and looking to grab sunscreen anytime soon, remember that many are made by large corporations who know you need their product to stay safe and that they don’t need to make any effort whatsoever to encourage you to purchase it. But there’s one sunscreen, at least, that does care… about you, about our health as a species and about their customers. And if you see me on the road this winter, and want a free bottle (or want to give to the Melanoma Research Foundation in exchange for one), flag me down and ask. Unless I live to be a thousand or put on a lot of weight, I won’t be able to use the sunscreen they’ve so generously sent me, and I’d like nothing more than to share it with you.