By Scotty Kyle

I am not just any fish. I am massive, mysterious, and misunderstood. Many people know little of me or my kin—except, perhaps, that we taste quite good on a plate. But the truth runs much deeper (pun intended). My species is essential to mankind, serving as a prized food source, a pillar of coastal economies, and increasingly, the ultimate challenge for a growing legion of serious, well-equipped sport anglers in pursuit of something truly exceptional. I am the Atlantic halibut.

Yet if people remain unaware of us—our habits, our habitats, and our value—there’s a real danger: the kind of uninformed overfishing that can shrink our populations, scatter our schools, and strip the ocean of giants. This doesn’t serve my species, or yours. So allow me to introduce myself properly. 

Where Giants Roam: The Atlantic Halibut’s Domain

You’ll find us in the cold, temperate waters of the North Atlantic—an ocean realm we’ve ruled for millennia. From Virginia on the U.S. East Coast and the Bay of Biscay in Europe, stretching northward to the icy reaches of Greenland, Iceland, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, and the rugged Norwegian coastline—this is halibut country.

My species, Hippoglossus hippoglossus, is no ordinary fish. Among all the flatfishes, we are giants. Atlantic halibut have been recorded at an astounding 4.7 meters (15 feet) long and weighing in at over 320 kilograms (705 pounds). Only a rare few—some sharks, rays, sunfish, or sturgeon—grow larger, and most of them are not reliable sources of food or legal sportfishing targets.

Unlike those rarities, we are both substantial and still surprisingly accessible. In many areas, Atlantic halibut populations remain strong, and yes—some of us still reach our legendary maximum size. We continue to be caught commercially and recreationally, making us one of the largest fish routinely targeted by humans in the northern hemisphere.

Appearance and Anatomy: Flat Out Fascinating

Yes, we’re flatfish—but not your average flounder. Among our kind, we halibuts are undisputed royalty. In both size and significance, we outstrip every other flatfish in the ocean.

Our coloring is one of our greatest assets. We usually live over sandy, muddy, or gravelly bottoms, and our upper sides mimic these environments perfectly in shades of brown and grey. Below, our bellies are creamy or nearly white—classic countershading that allows us to vanish whether resting on the seabed or cruising through open water. It’s not just for stealth. You’ll occasionally spot us breaking the surface in a leap, chasing prey like missiles. That two-tone camouflage works from every angle—flatfish camouflage perfected.

Though we live much of our lives close to the bottom, our bodies are longer and more diamond-shaped than most other flatfish. And like many of our relatives, we go through a strange and fascinating transformation: as larvae, we’re symmetrical, one eye on each side. But around six months of age, one eye migrates to the other side. In our case, we’re typically “right-eyed” flatfish—meaning the left eye moves to the right side, which becomes our upper body. I’ve come across a few left-eyed oddities in my time, but we’re a right-eyed bunch for the most part.

We have large right pectoral fins to help us move and much smaller ones underneath. Our gill covers are found on both sides, and our mouths—well, they’re no joke. Right at the front and built to engulf. And our eyes? Always scanning, always alert. With both on the same side of our head, we’ve got not just excellent vision but true depth perception. Essential traits for any ambush predator worth his salt.

Feeding Behaviour: The Art of the Ambush

We’re built for the ambush. Most of the time, you’ll find us motionless on the seafloor, often lightly dusted in sand or mud, waiting for something tasty to wander too close. When the moment’s right, we strike—either by suddenly engulfing our prey or launching upward with explosive force. It’s over in an instant.

But don’t be fooled into thinking we always sit still. When schools of herring or other baitfish migrate through, we rise from the depths and charge like underwater torpedoes, slicing into the shoals with all the ferocity of a shark or dolphin. Halibut feeding habits are as dynamic as the waters we roam.

Our diet is rich and varied. We prefer fish—plenty of them—but won’t pass up a good crustacean like a crab, or a soft-bodied delicacy like squid or octopus. Our mouths are large, and we favor substantial meals. Nibbling isn’t our style.

That two-tone camouflage I mentioned earlier? It’s essential for the hunt. When stalking the bottom or cutting through the midwater, our coloration helps us disappear until it’s far too late for our prey.

The Royal Family: Species and Relatives

There are only two species that truly carry the halibut name. The other is my cousin from across the Pacific—the Pacific halibut, found in the northern waters of the Pacific Ocean. He’s big, no doubt, but rarely does he reach the epic proportions that some of us Atlantic halibut are known for.

Then there’s the Greenland halibut—often mistaken as part of our clan. But let’s be clear: while they may share similar flatfish features and some habits, they aren’t true halibuts. Nor are the handful of other fish that humans label with our name. There’s a lot of confusion in the world of flatfish, but among giants, we stand apart.

So if you’re comparing Atlantic vs Pacific halibut, or curious about how we stack up against the Greenland halibut, remember: we’re the original titans of the deep.

From Egg to Edge of the Continental Shelf: Life Cycle and Reproduction

Though we spend much of our lives resting on the seabed—often partially buried and almost invisible—we are not sedentary creatures. Over time, we undertake extensive migrations, driven by food, changing seasons, and, most critically, the call to spawn. This is a defining part of the Atlantic halibut life cycle.

You’ll find us anywhere from 50 to 2,000 meters deep (160 to 6,600 feet), but when it’s time to reproduce, we head offshore, into deeper, darker waters. Between December and May, we gather in traditional spawning areas—some of which, like those tucked inside the Norwegian fjords, are now well known to humans. Sadly, these gatherings can also make us vulnerable to mass harvest.

In our world, maturity doesn’t come early. Males like me are ready at around eight years old, while females take longer—between ten and twelve years. But when they’re ready, they’re prolific. A single mature female can release anywhere from half a million to four million eggs, depending on her size. As they drift upward in the water column, we fertilize them in the open sea.

A few days later, those fertilized eggs hatch. Our young swim like normal fish at first—upright, symmetrical, eyes on opposite sides. But after about six months, one eye begins that peculiar migration. Once complete, the juvenile halibut descends to begin life on the ocean floor, usually in shallow coastal bays and inlets.

At this stage, they feed on plankton, gradually shifting to larger prey. By around three years old, they’ve moved offshore and adopted the solitary, bottom-dwelling life we’re known for. That’s halibut reproduction in a nutshell—slow, steady, and vulnerable to disruption if not carefully managed.

Lines, Laws, and Limits: Commercial Fishing and Conservation

Atlantic halibut commercial fishing, while historically intense, is now generally well regulated. Strict rules govern gear types, fishing seasons, and total catch limits to ensure sustainable halibut harvests. Take the Pacific halibut, for example—its annual catch quota has hovered around 40 million pounds, with about 25 million allocated to commercial fleets. My species, the Atlantic halibut, isn’t fished quite as heavily. Our annual quota is closer to 7 million pounds. We’re still considered a valuable resource, but that value has thankfully brought protection.

Most commercial fishers use bottom-set longlines—these are lines stretching for kilometers, rigged with thousands of baited hooks. They’re efficient and targeted, and importantly, they usually leave the seabed intact. This is a far cry from bottom trawling, which is a far rougher affair.

Trawling involves dragging massive nets along the ocean floor, scooping up everything in their path—fish, corals, fragile bottom-dwellers, and all. It disrupts sediments, destroys habitat, and kills untargeted species by the ton. Compared to the longline method, it’s a blunt instrument in a delicate world.

So while commercial halibut fishing remains a pressure, regulation and better practices have helped. For now, conservation and catch limits are keeping our numbers relatively stable in many regions. But vigilance is key—without it, our size, abundance, and presence on the map could diminish fast.

Game On: How Humans Hunt the Hunter

Recreational halibut fishing is no small-time pastime. It’s booming—popular, high-tech, and driven by passionate anglers who will cross oceans for the chance to battle a true leviathan. Halibut sport fishing is not for the faint of heart, and more of us are being targeted each year.

Shore-based fishing can sometimes produce results—there are a few rare spots where you might hook one of us from land, and even a handful of legends who’ve caught Atlantic halibut on fly tackle. But let’s be honest: the real action happens offshore. Boats are where most serious halibut hunters make their mark.

Luckily for them (and perhaps unluckily for us), there are outstanding local charters in some of the best halibut waters—Norway, Iceland, Greenland, Canada. These guided halibut trips offer more than just a boat. They come with years of hard-won knowledge—about gear, tactics, seasonal movement, and hotspots that are never marked on tourist maps. If you’re wondering where to fish for Atlantic halibut, these seasoned pros know exactly when and where to go.

Conditions in these prime areas can be rugged—cold winds, deep swells, sudden changes. Having the right clothing is essential, and a reliable skipper isn’t a luxury—it’s survival. Once you’re out there, the method is up to you. Bottom fishing, drift fishing, or jigging—we see it all. Each has its fans, each can work brilliantly, and each suits different waters and angler styles.

Rods, Reels & Real Tactics: Techniques for Halibut Angling

If you want to tangle with an Atlantic halibut, come prepared. These aren’t perch or pollock. A large halibut will hit like a freight train and fight with the fury of something that’s spent decades dodging death. You’ll need serious gear—heavy-duty rods, top-quality reels (fixed spool or multiplier, your choice), and braided line that won’t stretch under pressure. Weak tackle? Don’t even bother.

Bottom Fishing

Among the best halibut fishing methods, bottom fishing remains a favorite. It’s simple but deadly. Drop a rig to the bottom, lift slightly, and wait. The bait—cut or live—does the talking. Squid is a top pick. It holds well in deep water and resists pecking from smaller fish. Live bait, if you can find it, can be devastatingly effective. Just get it down to us alive. We’re not fussy. We don’t nibble or tease—we engulf. Big mouths prefer big prey, so skip the dainty stuff.

Drifting

Drift fishing lets you cover ground, which helps if we’re hunkered down and spaced out. But be wary of rocky bottoms—drifting over uneven terrain can be frustrating. Still, in the right places, it’s a deadly approach, especially with bait suspended just above the seabed.

Jigging

Halibut jigging techniques are gaining ground fast. Whether you use hard metal jigs or soft-bodied lures, one thing matters—movement. We track prey by sight more than smell. If you flash and dart something shiny in front of us, chances are we’ll lunge. And if we hit, you’ll know it. Halibut don’t play. Your rod will bend double and the fight will be on.

We feed throughout the day, but like many predators, we’re most aggressive early and late. Winter fishing is possible, but trickier—weather can be brutal, and we slow down in truly cold spells.

Conclusion: The Catch of a Lifetime Starts Here

Make no mistake—catching an Atlantic halibut, especially a big one, isn’t easy. It takes time, planning, grit, and no small amount of luck. You’ll battle wind, cold, and current. You’ll need good gear, steady nerves, and help from those who know the waters well. But if you do it right—if you prepare, persist, and hook into one of us—it will be worth every ounce of effort.

Because we’re still out here. Thanks to careful management, sustainable fishing practices, and increasing awareness, true giants still swim the depths. For those willing to seek us out, a halibut trip can deliver one of the most rewarding and unforgettable fights in all of sport fishing. Landing a decent halibut is a badge of honor. Landing a monster? That’s a legacy. That’s a tale you’ll tell your grandchildren, and a memory carved into your soul forever.

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Life History of a Fish: King Mackerel

By Scotty Kyle

You do not have to bow before me, although they often call me “king”. They call me so, across many cultures and languages, because I am the largest of my family, the Scombridae, in the Atlantic Ocean. I also fight like a tiger, I am as strong as an ox, wily and elusive. Unfortunately, my taste also places me amongst the best of the best. Although I am a top predator and feared by many denizens of the fish kingdom, humans pay me with a different sort of reverence and pursue me with vigor. As befits the royalty, I have several names: Cavala in Brazil, Carita in Columbia, Serrucho in Cuba, and in the English-speaking part of our realm I am known as the King Mackerel or simply Kingfish. CONTINUE READING