Big day on Saturday. I tie the knot. So first and foremost, I just wanted to let everyone know not to expect to hear from me for a while. As of Tuesday, I'll be in Turks & Caicos for my honeymoon. I really look forward to romantic sunset strolls, frosty pina coladas, snorkeling, and...let me see...what else? Oh yeah. Bonefish. Lots and lots of bonefish.

That's my fiance Christen in the photo above during what remains my proudest moment in our relationship (so far). Armed with a pink rod and green rain boots, she chucked metals like a pro during her first surf-fishing outing a few years ago and beached bluefish after bluefish on her own. Has she since become a die-hard angler? Not even a little. But she will lay on the beach for hours and I will fish on the beach for hours, so we've got a good thing going. Sit her on a beach connected to a bonefish flat, and we're both happy campers.

We're at that point of scrambling to tie up last-minute loose ends before the show starts. There is much to do. But last night, I shirked all wedding-related chores and did what I do best. I went fishing (with Christen's blessing, no lie). I went all alone to the same spot where that bluefish was caught. I just needed a final night of quiet reflection. Not because I'm nervous to get married, but starting tonight, tuxes need picking up, out of town relatives will begin to arrive and the chaos of which guest ordered chicken but got steak will begin.

I even got into some good striper action, which made the night that much sweeter. They should be right where I left them when I get back. So I'll report on all happenings upon my return. And you can bet I've worked some fish-related fun into my reception, but I'll keep you guessing until I've got the pictures. Catch you in two weeks. - JC

Do you tweet? I’m laughing as I write this, provoked by the ridiculous mental image of a guy in waders saying “tweet, tweet!” under his breath while casting in a river. But as it turns out, a lot of people do tweet to the extent that they are fans of Twitter--the latest micro- blogging Internet phenomenon.

I asked my kids, who are of course up on all the latest, if there was any reason why I should try Twitter or get involved in Facebook or anything else resembling social media. The question was related to fishing in that I wanted to know what the angling point of all that might be.

Fortunately, they said no, and I thus won’t have to further waste time that I don’t have to begin with. Having looked at various tweets and Facebook pages online, it does indeed seem like an insubstantial waste. Hey, I’ve got real fish to catch and real wood to cut, not to mention flesh-and-blood friends to speak with over coffee down at the general store. That doesn’t mean that I think some technology is bad as it relates to fishing. Far from it.

A cell phone is or would be handy if my truck or boat breaks down, and it allows a buddy to call me with news of a hot bite on a distant beach. And I get lots of current fishing news off the Internet. And years back I used to read three daily newspapers every morning-- national, state, and local--that I now read electronically instead, which is easier and less expensive.

I can’t help but think that like most mass-social concoctions, on-line social media have grown beyond all reason. What might have started as a useful information exchange wound up blossoming much larger as a way for teenagers to gossip. It’s quite true that this and some other websites are useful angling tools in terms of the information exchanged. But tweet? I’ll be damned if I will....

That’s a tough question, and some of the answers I’ve gotten over the years might surprise you.

There’s no question that all the media buzz around pro-bass anglers and their tournaments has made them hugely visible. Put really big bucks into a fishing contest, and the television cameras will roll. But is it the fish that count? Or is it the money?

A few weeks ago I had a long talk with Denny Brauer, a true gentleman and one of the best-known of all the pro-bass guys. I asked him about the question-and-answer sessions he sometimes gets into with regular fisherman, including young ones.

So what kind of questions does he get? “People want to know how to get sponsors,” he told, rolling his eyes a little. “Or, where do I get a shirt like that?” Notably, questions about how to fish more successfully or which lures to use under what conditions aren’t at the top of the list.

It seems to me that people are buying into the marketing. And marketing is not fishing. But what do you think?

While surfcasting in Rhode Island over the weekend, I stopped for a look at an old favorite spot where I no longer fish—off the aptly named Hazard Avenue in Narragansett. (As in “Hi, Neighbor! Have a ‘Gansett!” for those with a memory for old beers.) These rock ledges (pictured) are algae-covered and slicker than oil on ice.

Once, while casting here, I got nailed by a big rogue wave that sent me ass-over-teakettle backward into some rocks. At that point, I was on my hand and knees digging my hands like claws into the rocks and trying not to be swept into the surf by the backwash. I was okay, but it was a close call.

Fishermen get killed by the surf here with some regularity, mostly by tempting fate on the slippery ledges. There are other places to fish, and I long ago decided to avoid this one henceforth.

It used to be I spent time figuring how to get across a river rapid or how to wade out on a rocky point. These days, though, I spend more time figuring out how I’m going to get back again.

So there are places I no longer fish just because they now seem too risky. But how about you folks—spend any time fishing along the edge of disaster? Ever push your luck and wish you hadn’t?