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here’s something about a bluefin that sticks with you. Not just the fight—the blistering runs, the drag screaming, the chaos on deck—but the presence of the fish itself. Thick. Powerful. Built different. You don’t just catch a bluefin… you experience it. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get to take a piece of that moment home.

Henry — @ henry.gone.fishing — called and said they were heading back to the Outer Banks to pop and jig for bluefin tuna and asked if I wanted to come film again aboard http://www.moanasportfishing.com Moana Sportfishing. That wasn’t a hard decision. We first met about this same time last year while I was filming on Moana. We hit it off immediately — long days, lots of laughs, chaos when the fish showed up — and they ended up loving the footage so much they told me when they

A Wood Duck, a Risk, and a Quiet Morning in Windsor NC with Sans Souci Outfitters.

The chariot

There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when women meet in the wild—especially when half of them don’t even know each other yet. That was the start of our Hyde County ladies’ duck hunt. Eleven women from different towns, different backgrounds, and even different states showed up for a weekend away, some traveling all the way from Georgia just to be part of it.

There’s this phrase that gets thrown around a lot — “a girl’s girl.” I used to think it was simple: you support other women, you cheer them on, you don’t tear them down. Easy enough, right? But the older I get, the more I realize not every woman understands what that really means. And even I’ve caught myself wondering… does being a “girl’s girl” sometimes ask too much of us? Because let’s be honest — it can feel one-sided. You show up, you listen, you celebrate someone’s wins

There’s something about back-to-back tournaments that hits different. Maybe it’s the salt that never fully leaves your hair before you hit the next marina, or the way your duffel bag starts smelling like victory and sunscreen. Either way, I just lived out every lady angler’s dream — fishing two major tournaments, one week apart, in two different states, with two totally different girl crews. And I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. Alice Kelly — OBX Magic There’s no tournament qu

This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of hosting an unforgettable all-girls fishing trip off the coast of North Carolina. For those who’ve been following along with East Coast Saltwater Living, you know that this is more than just a day on the water—it’s about building connections, creating memories, and celebrating the amazing women in our community who share a passion for the sea. Our crew set sail aboard the Ramblin’ Man , a 55’ custom Carolina sportfisher, and let me tell

I put out the call for a girls-only fishing trip out of Morehead City, North Carolina, aboard Ramblin’ Man Sportfishing—and y’all, it filled up in five hours. Yes, five. I blinked and the boat was full.

“Each of us must find wisdom in his own way. Mine is one way. Yours another. Perhaps we each need more of what the other knows.” — Louis L’Amour

I’ve always felt most alive with my feet in the sand, the wind in my hair, and the sky painted in colors only nature knows how to create. There’s something about being outside—in the woods, on the water, under a blanket of stars—that feels sacred.

If you're a woman who wants to fish, connect, and build confidence on the water—whether you're a total beginner or tournament-ready—let’s link up!

There’s something sacred about saltwater. The way it kisses your skin, stings your eyes, and heals your soul—it’s a feeling I wish I could bottle up and hand to everyone I meet.

This Easter weekend was everything I needed and more—equal parts peaceful, adventurous, and filled with a little something special. I took full advantage of the extra time off and spent it doing what I love most: being outdoors, connecting with nature, and spending quality time with people who fill my cup.

There’s a rhythm I’ve started to notice. Soft. Repetitive. Like footsteps behind me never quite close enough to see— but always close enough to feel. It’s in the way a glance lingers too long. In the mimic of words, the borrowed light, the carefully measured curiosity that slips in quiet and uninvited. And I wonder… Is it flattery? Is it fear? Or is it something else entirely? The universe whispers through patterns. It teaches not by accident, but by repetition. So I listen n

There’s something wildly exhilarating about turkey hunting — a thrill that’s hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it firsthand.

Easter, at its core, is a celebration of resurrection and renewal. For many, it's the cornerstone of Christian belief. For others, it's tied to older, earth-centered traditions—the turning of the seasons, the fertility of spring, the awakening of life. I've come to see beauty in all of it.

The offshore fishing world is wild, raw, and thrilling — but for women trying to break into it, it can also feel like navigating a storm with no radar. It’s not just the unpredictable ocean you’re up against; it’s the old boy club mentality, the side-eyes on the dock, the whispers behind your back, and yes — even the mean girls.

Choose you

Many years ago, I made a trip to New York City with one goal in mind: to see the Alexander McQueen exhibition at The Met. It was a year after his death, and the exhibit—Savage Beauty—was a tribute to his genius. Walking through those dimly lit halls, surrounded by his work, I felt like I was stepping into another world. One where beauty, pain, fantasy, and darkness coexisted in a way that felt hauntingly real.