From the monthly archives:

May 2017

Fishing Local in Lake Marion, Montgomery Village, MD

by Capitol Area Fishing on May 29, 2017

If you’re in the Gaithersburg-Montgomery Village, Maryland area there are a lot of lakes and ponds full of bass, perch and catfish. I spent a couple of hours the other day at Lake Marion in Montgomery Village.








I brought a light-spinning outfit with a 4 lb. test monofilament, which is always my line of choice for the ultralight fishing in this area. I was most succesful with a Rapala Jerkbait. Caught a couple of 2 and 3 lb. smallmouth bass. Lake Marion is easy to find, has a parking lot, and a good path around the lake. It would be a great spot to take your kids and introduce them to fishing.



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TBT on Saturday

by Capitol Area Fishing on May 20, 2017

It’s been a few years since I last posted on CAF. ‘Bout time I got back to it! I’m going to start out with a throwback, even though it’s not Thursday. I’m gearing up for a summer of fishing and will post often. Feel free to contribute your fish stories. Send me an email at

Victor’s Throwback Thursday on Saturday

When I was a year old my parents opened a fishing lodge on the Isla de Pinos (Isle of Pines) off the southwestern coast of Cuba. (It’s now called Isla de Juventud.) It was 42 acres on the Jucaro River about five miles from Santa Fe with 20 brick and thatch cabins, a main lodge, nine houseboats, and various skiffs. They owned and operated the lodge until Castro came into power, but that’s another story.

I spent eight years in Cuba. That’s where I learned how to fish with a hand line at 4 and I got my first rod at 5. It’s also where I captained my first boat – an 8′ rowboat that I would take across the river where the lodge’s water pump was located in the mangroves.

Victor with barracudas


Years later, I went back to Cuba with my friend John.  My family’s land is now a military base that I could only see through barbed wire. But, on the way out of town, our taxi drove by a farmer’s market. I remembered there had been a Japanese family who supplied the lodge with milk and eggs. They had a son and he and I were good friends. So, John and I stopped, and when I stepped out of the taxi, a Japanese man took a hard look at me – and, then called me by my childhood nickname. It was my old friend.

Victor and his childhood friend from Cuba.