I know most of the younger guys didn't personally know Tim. Every striperman knew his books, articles and his passion for this thing we do.

It seems he probably had a heart attack or some other health issue that took his life. I will miss him as I fished with him and learned much from him even though we were the same age.

Tim forgot more about catching stripers than most of us know. He was a great fisherman but humble beyond belief about what he knew.

He's the one who gave "he who cannot be mentioned" his nickname. He knew our waters like the back of his hand.
So now we count him with Silent George, John Habs, Al Peline, Flaptail, Bob Samualson and the legends like Charlie Murat, Frank Woolner, Stan Gibbs and others I cannot remember.

He was a genuinely great natured guy that loved to fish, often alone, and was not only exceptional on so many aspects of angling but in how to convey that to us mere mortals. Truly a great Surfman

rip tim once fished next to him on watch hill and while i did zip he managed a nice striper.all in all sad to see him go but he went doing something he loved to do.he's in the lord's landing net after making his final cast.

Thoughts and prayers go out to him and his family, he was a great guy in all aspects of fishing and is a legend all on his own!!!!

The news was a shock and I don't know if it's just part of aging as you see your friends pass on, but it's been a bad year for loosing some great fishermen. Tim was a very private person and even those who knew him a very long time didn't know very much about him.
I first met Tim at Wetmores Tackle in Westbrook, he was distributing issue number 1 of the Connecticut Rhode Island Fisherman. He invited my friend Frank and I to join him in Narragansett in a couple of nights for a tour of the his RI. And what a tour it was. Tim was a displaced jetty jockey from NJ with what seemed to be some odd tackle. He pulled out his light stick, which mounted a Penn Jigmaster with 40# mono, his"go to" rod had 50. Even with such stout stuff, his drag was zinging that night.
He was still a journalism student at URI, recently returning from a combat tour in Vietnam when he landed a gig that defined his career. Earnings at the paper were meager. He lived in a shack on the salt pond that was stacked with Fisherman magazines and Dinty Moore Beef Stew cans. Tim was editor, writer, reporter and circulation manager.
Tim was quiet and reserved. The most excited I ever seen him was him throwing a fit at his rusty neck light and its 4 batteries one night on the short wall and flinging it into the channel. He was passionate and outspoken about fisheries conservation whether it was cod, scup or stripers. Though he sold bass in his days at URI, he became an advocate for catch and release long before it was fashionable. He certainly wasn't well off but he released thousands of dollars worth of bass each season back in the '80s.
Tim was a man of simple means, for years he used a bungee as a surf belt. When he switched to needlefish from Rebels, you saw an ad in the Fisherman for 4 Rebels, $2each pick up at the office. He never held onto anything that didn't have a spot in his military surplus plug bag.
This past year I saw a new enthusiasm in Tim, he was as excited as a teenager about tarpon fishing from the Keys bridges and he had a new book project on fishing Block Island.
He wrote from an experienced hand and researched his articles well, always giving credit to his sources. Tim rarely referred to himself in a story and some of his best writing was parodies of his friends.
The fishing community lost a good friend.

Very well said Pat - thank you.

It’s taken me a while to accept what happened. I thought Tim would be one of those guys that were around forever. When I was a young hungry surfcaster in the 1970s he was someone I revered after reading about his exploits chasing striped bass on the pages of The Fisherman Magazine. The first time I met him was at a seminar that was held on a cold February night in Mystic, probably around 1980, the slide show seminar was about chasing stripers in the RI surf.

I was able to speak with Steve McKenna yesterday and reminisce about Tim, a conversation I really needed, thank you Steve. As Pat Abate stated, Tim was very private and other than fishing we didn’t know much about his life. He took care of his mother until she passed a few years back. I can remember him calling me and asking what part of the Newport Cliff Walk would be easily accessible so he could take his elderly mom for a walk. For the past 10 years or so we spoke almost every week during casting season – I looked forward to his Friday morning phone calls seeking the weekly Newport surf fishing report. Although he loved chasing striped bass he was absolutely addicted to Cod/Pollack fishing and was always looking for new wrecks to investigate. He asked me if I had any old Navy charts that would show him new potential wrecks. I have an index to articles written for The Fisherman Magazine that covers the time period of 1975 – 1994. I was able to count 231 articles that Tim wrote, many of those about wrecks.

Once I told Tim that I was into a bite of large stripers that kept throwing my plugs. I just couldn’t keep them buttoned. Two days later, unannounced, I received a package in the mail from Tim. It contained some custom Andrus Jig heads with extra strong hooks and 9 inch black Berkeley Power Grubs along with a short handwritten note stating, “Next time those bass throw your plugs tie on one of these.” The next tide I used those worms to hook and finally land a handful of cows. Just last year I wrote an article about Red Gill teasers. Two days later I get a box from Tim with a dozen different teasers that he had used over the years. Again a very short note was included, “Dennis, give these a try, they’ve worked well for me.” Most of the time Tim was a man of few words – he wouldn’t say a lot – but he would tell you enough.

Tim also loved watching football, if there was a Monday night game you could be sure he wouldn’t be out casting, well at least until the end of the game when he might take the long walk to Naps.

Just last Friday Timmy called me and we had our final conversation; I figured he was starting the weekly surf reports. Nope, he just called to chat and see how things were going. He also talked about the phenomenal Tarpon fishing he was able to get into this past winter. He told me I would love it as it was 10-40 pound fish, some bigger, and all surf. “You HAVE to come down here and fish next winter,” he said. His description of the fishing had me so excited about the prospect it was difficult to get back to work after I hung up the phone.

Tim was also someone that inspired me to write about what we both loved to do – chase striped bass in the surf. After writing few articles for his magazine he asked me to do a Block Island article about the great bite of the 1980s. I started writing that article and it ended up becoming my book project about the Snowstorm Blitz. Tim assisted me with it along the way. Now as my project nears completion I’ll have some edits to make. The most difficult key strokes will be adding my friend “Timothy Coleman” to the Dedication Page.

Rest in peace my friend.

Thank you guys for your thoughts

Just like a hundred other guys I met Tim Coleman on an October Night at Watch Hill Light.He and I were the only 2 guys fishing that night.We were casting at the point and I landed a fish that went 28lbs and I decided to keep it.
I dragged it up to the wall and Tim followed me up.He complimented me on taking a nice fish on a slow night.He then looked at me and said "May I ask a favor"? I said sure,what can I do for you.....He then turned on his light and lit up his face,and he had the treble and a 7" Rebel hanging from under his chin.He asked if I minded cutting the hook and removing it for him.I said no,I don't mind.I took my Manley's and snipped the hook and backed it out.He was really relieved,more than I would have thought and could not thank me enough.I did not think it was a big deal....
We continued to talk and as we did you could see the area under his starting to swell.We both decided to walk out and Tim went to the emergency room to get a tetnous shot.
From that night on,every time I would see Tim Coleman he would never not say hello to me.Thats my Tim Coleman story.I will miss him.....

I never met him, but when I had a question about fishing a couple specific areas that I knew he used to fish, I would ask #^&#^&#^&#^&#^&#^& to give Tim a call and ask for some tips. I took those tips and did very very well and couldn't believe what I had because of both Tim's generosity and also #^&#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&'s willingness to ask him for me. The next time I'm at that place at the tide Tim suggested and using the gear Tim reccomended, I will think of him with great admiration an gratitude. I really wish that I could have met him.
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Dennis - thank you for sharing. Good to hear he was having a ball (again) in Florida.

You could run into him anywhere but it was sometimes Naps and sometimes the Short Wall. Almost always alone, but always pleasant and a true gentleman.

To Pat and Dennis--

We appreciate your sharing, painful though it may be. It is nice to hear from those that knew him and shared the beaches with him.

I met Tim Coleman once in either the late 1970s or early 1980s.

I grew up in Stonington and the Fisherman Magazine was head quartered in Mystic. My brother hung around with Tim's Office Manager's son. We were over Dave's house and Tim was visiting. I mentioned to him that I spent a fair bit of time striper fishing the railroad bridges between Mystic and Stonington and having OK luck with rebels. He went out to his car and came back with a Smilin Bill bucktail and bottle of pork rinds and handed them to me. Showed me how to cut the pork rind and described how to fish them on the outgoing. I thought, and still do, that it was pretty cool to give a young kid who only owned a bike, fishing rod, and 2-3 rebels, a killer striper lure and technique.

A long time way back I was fishin Rhody in my old Vega. Some may remember the pumpkin. Orange with green rod racks.It was the early 70's. i'd run into Tim at the Top of the Dock that morning an he's told me of some nice fish at The Light.That was what the Galalee light was called back then. i had some new P-40's Bob had given me to try so I went down that eve. I was sleepin in my car when Tim knocked on my window. He laughed an said come on kid your gonna miss the tide.He saw the new 40's an showed me the one he had on his rod. bob had given him a couple the week before an he was usin them along with some rebels.He told me to work from the right of the light an cast the 40 to the left an let it drift around. He gave me the ist drift with him right behind me. i lost my ist fish he got his. A nice fat one that he put back looked in the 20s.We had fish till the tide slacked an were there alone as a front was coming with lots of rain an wind.I lost 4 P-40s with fish in the rocks to the left but landed one of my ist fish over 45 lb which he helped me land.We got some sweet fish that night an the next one too. a couple of his Block friends were there the next night. i still remember him lettin me have the ist drift. It was a lesson I've repeated for others many times since.
Thanks Tim Tight lines an hope the fishing is good where you are. the kid----Ron