Many Field & Stream readers just don’t get why the Field & Stream offices are located in New York City. But you know what? Maybe those editors are on to something…

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_Urban fishing holes are being visited by a growing number of young, hip area denizens. A cast of characters, from the hipsters with their $30 lures to the guys who tie spark plugs on their line because they can’t afford a weight. Lets face it prime fishing spots in the City are not exactly a picturesque Field & Stream photo op.,a chain-link fence topped with razor wire , rusting metal beams and concrete slabs often jut from the dark water. According to Ben Sargent,the founder of both the Brooklyn Urban Anglers Association and the Brooklyn Fishing Derby, “Fishing is so cool because it breaks down social barriers,” he says. “If you’re male or female doesn’t matter, race doesn’t matter. There’s definitely skill involved, but you can bring out a newbie who can catch a 40-inch fish.”
_The Brooklyn Fishing Derby is an event where participants pay a $40 entry fee, then compete to snag the biggest striped bass or bluefish. It’s all about “catch-and-release” , with anglers submitting photos of their catch laid out next to a measuring tape. The competition parameters runs from Long Island City to Red Hook, and no boats allowed. Sargent started the tourney to encourage city slickers to relate better to amazing waterways that surround the city , and learn that NYC believe it or not is a real fishing find. He also hosts weekly meet-ups on the piers in Williamsburg, followed by drinks at a nearby bar, which this year have attracted as many women as men.
Interesting. My editors, Nate Matthews and Joe Cermele, have always told me that New York City proper holds fantastic fishing opportunities. I’ve fished with both them, just not in New York, so I don’t know where they happen to fall on the hipster angler fashion scale when they’re on their home waters. Maybe they wear skinny jeans and listen to Vampire Weekend while delicately casting their $30 lures. Maybe they wear slime-coated coveralls and chunk some serious weight. Hey, I’m not judging, fishing’s fishing, right?

But regardless of how much fun Field Notes sometimes pokes at urban New York city slickers, the chance to cast for 40-inch stripers right under the skyline of one of the world’s great cities would be a supremely cool experience. Anyone else have their favorite urban honeyholes?