The fish shimmer in the water, emitting rainbow glints as they effortlessly twist and turn. You could hang the jaws or put a fin in their soup to hang lunch or a desk jockey’s trophy in the air. Are fishers in waders in Neptune’s caves the ultimate aphrodisiac? Do the fish that get thrown back tell stories of the fish that get thrown back?
Robert E. Jackson’s outstanding collection of snapshots features more men holding fish than fish. When they’re still wriggling on the hook, the fish stand for human achievement, their mouths gaping like communists seeing McDonald’s for the first time.