STRIKING A CHORD


Chasing winter redfish in the marshes of Louisiana is a reliable way to build life-long memories.


By Al Rogers


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He simply lives for the strike —


that brief moment, a tiny fraction


of time — which comes like a bolt out of the blue.


Then again, perhaps Alex Rogers’


less philosophical view is more accu- rate. He simply lives for the strike — that brief moment, a tiny fraction of time — which comes like a bolt out of the blue.


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HAT drives relatively sane people to wade through stingrays and sharks while attached to a stringer


of speckled trout? Why do we look forward to going


into remote marsh interiors infested with insects of prehistoric proportions? And why do we lean out and stare incessantly over piers, bridges and gunwales for hours? Perhaps the best answer came from


Henry David Thoreau, who said “many men fish without knowing it is not fish they seek.”


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