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Chris Hunt

Chris Hunt is the national communications director of Trout Unlimited and the author of the blog Eat More Brook Trout. He and Mike Sepelak, author of the blog Mike’s Gone Fishin’ spent a week on the East Cape of Baja recently, and will share more of their adventures in coming posts.

Author Articles

Chasin' the Ladies

A fish by any other name... As Capt. Sid Bryant remarked to me while I battled what felt like a small marlin with my 7-weight off of Islamorada on a blustery October day, "If you called them something else, everybody would be chasing them." The beast came to hand—all 28 inches of it, bright and silver and big-eyed and gorgeous. No. Don't rename them. Save...

Five Tips: Bahamas Bonefish on a Budget

Walking the flats of the southern Bahamas in high summer isn't for the faint of heart, and unless you plan it just right, it's not going to be easy on your bank account, no matter when you decide to chase bonefish. But by finding ways to do it yourself—or to do most of it yourself—you can save a pretty penny and experience the thrill of casting to and...

"Baja Street Gangs"

They cruise brashly through the emerald green waters along the Baja's East Cape beaches, north to south, bristling with attitude. One minute there's nothing in sight, and the next a pod of half-a-dozen of these resolute swimmers is whistling through the surf, and if you want to connect you need to drop everything and give chase. Drop your beer. Drop your...

Texas Sand

As Mike and I trudged across the barren dunes of Padre Island National Seashore, leaving the wind-whipped waters of the Gulf of Mexico behind us and looking forward to our last visit of the Lower Laguna Madre, a scene from the 80s flick “The Sure Thing” flashed through my head. The scene is near the end of the film, when Walter Gibson’s...

Grass Trout in Old Florida

I probably looked like a waterborne Shriner, minus the velvet fez and the bags full of candy, as I paddled out across the flat water of Buzzard's Bay in the borrowed, lime-green kayak that was certainly way too small for my big-and-tall-department hind end. But beggars can't be choosers, and on my last day in Matlacha, I was determined to catch something...