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DROP A LINE A half-hour's drive from the plantation town of Siddapura, plus a mile hike into the woods, is the Valanoor fishing camp on the Cauvery River. Valanoor is a picture-book angler's haven. The waters are home to the silvery Mahseer fish. Known as hard fighters when hooked on lures or flies, the Mahseer (meaning "big head" or "big mouth") is the king of Indian river game. Pay a small fee, and rent gear from the Coorg Wildlife Society for about $10. On most days, you'll have a stretch of river to yourself...
...Orlando in 2001; Massachusetts encountered a single specimen last October. Florida has a population that appears to be breeding, but only in Hawaii, where the fish is isolated on the island of Oahu, does it truly thrive, and there it's aggressively fished. "Better than bass," says an enthusiastic angler...
...distant planet, revolutionizing its social order, while he goes to sleep with clean teeth. "Fishin' Trip" has two fisherman pals part ways when one enters into satorial oneness with the universe while the other catches an incredible amount of fish. "That Johnny's missing out," says the lucky angler...
...year, a new you, a new calendar. Be bold. No more adorable kittens or Far Side cartoons to count the passing days of the year. How compelling is a Filofax compared with the largely unknown splendor of "Beautiful Women and Trophy Fish" offered in the Angler's Fantasy calendar? If you like your beefcake with English muffins, try Prime Cuts: British farmers in the buff, with naughty bits cleverly concealed by corncobs or the strategically clutched farm animal. And for those who feel the need to heed a special call to nature, sit down with Outhouses of Alaska...
...continue, at our present rate, to strip-mine the sea of its living resources, 25 years from now we'll be lucky to find a seafood menu that offers a rock sandwich with a side order of kelp. Consider the swordfish: angler's prize, gourmet's delight, fisherman's livelihood. In the mid-'60s, when I was in my mid-20s, I caught a swordfish off Long Island. I wasn't trying to; it took bait meant for sharks. The fish was weirdly, atypically lethargic. It didn't struggle much, didn't leap at all, just tugged for a while...