This is where I share all the basics I wish someone had told me before I started throwing lures into the Atlantic. Simple step by step guides, mistakes I made on real rocks and beaches, and practical tips that actually work when you fish from shore. If you are new to saltwater or switching from freshwater, start here and build a solid base without wasting years. Most articles are based on my own sessions, some are written by invited saltwater anglers.
The first bluefish I ever caught came as a surprise. I was in Greece on a beach where rough stones slowly turned into clean sand. I was fishing for seabass and watching the light fade when I suddenly saw fish crashing on the surface far outside my normal casting...
Some evenings on the coast look harmless until you actually try to tie a knot. I remember sitting on a low rock shelf at the Atlantic coast in Portugal. The wind had died just enough to make a session possible, but the light was fading fast. My fingers were...
I still remember one quiet evening on a Mediterranean beach in Greece. The wind had dropped after sunset, the water looked flat, and I was still settling into the session. I kept casting into water that felt almost lifeless. For half an hour nothing happened, no taps,...
I remember one quiet morning on the Greek coast, parked just above a low rock ledge with the van facing the sea. The wind was light, the swell looked friendly, and I felt like I’d timed it perfectly. Two hours later I was back at the sliding door with wet shoes and...
The first squid I ever hooked from shore didn’t happen under harbor lights. It was a bright afternoon, the water was calm, and I spotted two squid hovering mid-water along a simple harbor edge. I wasn’t even prepared for squid fishing. I just had a squid jig in the...
I still remember one quiet evening on a Portuguese breakwater, the sea almost flat, the wind finally gone after a long day. I tied on a bright red minnow, 14 cm long and roughly 25 g, convinced that this was the “aggressive” color that would wake the fish up. ...
I was sitting at the van table with a mug of coffee and my phone, looking at the tide and moon app. Two days earlier, same place, same time, same 21g hardbait, the sandbar in front of the house had bait flickering all over it and I hooked a seabass. Now the sea looked...
The first time I took my spinning rod down to a rocky point in Portugal, I honestly had no idea what I was doing. The swell was pushing in from the side, my 40-gram jig felt like a brick on the end of a noodle, and every second cast ended on the bottom instead of in a...