You never forget your first boat. I was 12 when my dad told me that he would match whatever money I saved from cutting grass to buy a boat. By the end of summer, I had $400 to my name. So, we drove to ...

Summertime blues are a rare affliction for anglers who feel the tug of a hard-fighting black bass when the weather turns hot. Check their fishing rods, and a good number of them will have a plastic ...