If 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.
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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…
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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.
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