Tony DUrso

5 days ago | tonydurso.substack.com | Tony DUrso

Hey there!With so much uncertainty in the world—economic shifts, global unrest, and nonstop noise—it’s more important than ever to stay anchored in clarity, community, and growth. I’m constantly inspired by this incredible group of go-getters, leaders, and dreamers who are committed to rising above the chaos and creating a better future. You’re not just surviving turbulent times—you’re building through them.

6 days ago | thefisherman.com | Dave Anderson |Jenni Ackerman |Tony DUrso

The Many faces of the modern day needlefish plug. The needlefish continues to confound surfcasters even after 40-plus years of proving their salt. Tim Coleman famously wrote an article in the 1980s about needlefish titled “The Stick With Hooks” and they still carry the heavy burden of that stigma today.

6 days ago | thefisherman.com | Matt Broderick |Scott Newhall |Tony DUrso

Glass minnows may be tiny, but they call the shots in early summer. Have you ever leaned over the side of the boat or walked a dock in early June and caught that flickering glint just under the surface? Looks like a shimmer, like raindrops hitting the water – but it’s sunny, calm, dead still. That’s not weather. That’s glass minnows. And when they show up, everything inshore starts to change.

1 week ago | thefisherman.com | Scott Newhall |Tony DUrso |Tom Migdalski

Shadow lines produce fish, day and night. I’ll never forget the first night I peered down from one of the bridges in Middle Keys in Florida. Two-dozen tarpon ranging from 30 to 150 pounds were staging just inside the shadows thrown by the street lights. They were waiting for mullet to mistakenly enter their deceptive trap. The mullet, seemingly aware of the impending danger, would scurry upstream every time they got within range of the patient tarpon.

2 weeks ago | thefisherman.com | Matt Broderick |Tony DUrso |Jamie Golden |Jeff Sullivan

June offers consistent shorebound opportunity to intercept these stripers during their nightly feeding runs. As the last colors of dusk drain from the sky and the stars begin to burn through the salt haze, a transformation takes place along the shorelines of Long Island. The beaches, inlets, and rocky outcrops that were busy with beachgoers and daytime anglers grow quiet. But for a dedicated group of surfcasters, the night is just beginning.