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Danny Guadagnoli The trip north from San Jose del Cabo, Mexico is a winding drive through dried riverbeds and a desolate landscape of endless cacti. The many wooden crosses lining the narrow highway serve as a reminder that you’re in a wild place and ought to exercise caution. It was late June, and my dad …
The Pacific coast of Central America is an outdoorsmen’s haven, plain and simple. As far as fishing, the inshore and offshore opportunities are nothing short of spectacular. I’ve had the pleasure of exploring the southwestern coast of Costa Rica on two separate trips over the past four years, and it’s a place I will continue visiting …
Danny Guadagnoli My first trip to Los Cabos came shortly after the first time I saw a picture of a Roosterfish in The World Atlas of Saltwater Fishing. With a little convincing of my mom (my dad was on board the moment I was), we were in Cabo San Lucas, the southernmost tip of Baja, strapped …
Danny Guadagnoli Every winter, as I know most surfcasters experience, I find myself desperately trying to replace the void created with the lack of striped bass in my life. There came a point as a youngster when I could no longer tolerate this feeling and had to alleviate it the only way I knew how. I …
Danny Guadagnoli The weather was quintessential autumn—foliage, a crisp breeze, and bright warming sun. I was officially psyched; finally, it was time to start relentlessly heaving plugs and covering as much ground as possible, working together as a fishing squad. Almost as soon as the group split to start casting, my friend Billy hooked up …
Danny Guadagnoli Billy had been behind the group, and while catching up he witnessed the crashing bass annihilate my plug. He screamed, “Woah! Danny’s got a big boy on, fellas!” All went silent as I fought hard to keep the fish from taking me into the rocks. It hit directly behind a boulder, and I was …
Danny Guadagnoli Growing up as a surfcaster, I have read many epic tales from the fabled striper waters of Cuttyhunk, yet for some reason at 24 years old, I had yet to take the plunge and experience it for myself. The stories are almost mythical, and like many legendary fishing grounds, often times reality fails …
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