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Visit CurePC.orgIf you can’t handle rejection don’t write or fish. At least with fish, you know it’s nothing personal. A fish, with no cerebral cortex, is incapable of passing judgment. I project the thought process of a fish inspecting my fly to be this is food, this is not food or I could die, get gone.
Brings out the cringe factor hearing someone use the phrase “match wits” with a fish.
I finally watched Rivers of a Lost Coast. Totally worth the wait.
Since it’s been reviewed pretty heavily already I’ll just mention one of my favorite moments: Hearing Russell Chatham talk about how Bill Schaadt, who he considers the greatest angler who ever lived, never paid for anything. Using a reel that made a clunk, tying on tippet that other people threw away, bartering salmon for a tank of gas…
The fall didn’t end on such a hot note. The decent weather sandwiched between Noreasters left little windows of fishability. If you weren’t in a position to capitalize on those slots on the quick then, well, that was just too bad for you. Too bad for me for way too damn certain. [Exclamation point.]
I’m off to Florida next week and I’m not so sure what I’m going to find. Some bad shit went down, man. I haven’t heard much about my ditches on the inside, but butterfly peacocks die when the water temps fall below 60 degrees. Usually not a problem in South Florida but this year…The only way to know for sure is to keep casting.
Aaron Adams has come up with a cool new concept called tribal bonefish. Check it out.
Everyone born after 1980 missed out. Or if you were too young to remember or didn’t manage to watch for some reason, you missed out. I was eight but I remember that run like it was yesterday. I wanted to play on the Olympic Hockey team one day but then my family moved to Florida before they had ice rinks and that was that.*
If you want to rehash it, track down the HBO documentary not the Disney movie. Or here’s some grainy footage on YouTube.
*(Lack of talent maybe, too.)
Spent the day wandering Somerset with Murdock from Fly Fish Magazine, pictured here holding a Hardy reel that’s worth more than your life. More to come later.
Canal tarpon caught by Marshall DeMott.
The thing about Florida is, the accessible water to fly fish by foot can be staggering if you know where to find it, especially if you know which back waters serve as juvenile detention centers for the progeny of silver kings.
Marshall DeMott, a fly fishing guide based in Naples (and a regular at Flies and Fins), sent word of his hard work turned good fortune on a recent outing.
Most of you know that a good day on the canal is maybe two hookups….this was exceptional and we think the extremely cold weather shut down the hunger drive and when it warmed up, the Tarpon raided the lunch box.”
Well played.
Got this from artist Scott Hale today.
My all-time favorite band to see live, Widespread Panic, will be on the GillznFinz fishing show this Monday, the 11th, stalking redfish. It’s on Versus at 7:30 on Monday. Since I won’t be fishing and I won’t be at a Panic show in the near future, at least not by Monday, this is a best of both worlds situation.
