42 degrees, windchill of 32 on the water. 20-25 mph North Wind. 500 casts. Fishless. Beer brings up the core temperature.
Tagged: cold weather, muskellunge, muskie fishing
Tagged: fly tying, muskellunge, muskie flies, vice work
Tagged: chasing big fish, muskellunge, muskie
My buddy Stephen Mick has made something very very cool. Here’s the backstory from him. Last spring, as part of a documentary project I was working on, I went to Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C. to film “wounded warriors” using kayaking, fly-fishing and other sports as a way to help their rehab. One of the soldiers I met, Army Captain Ferris Butler, was working with Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing, a group that uses fly-tying and fishing outings as a way to get injured servicemen and women outdoors. At that time, Ferris was a single-amputee, having lost one leg to an IED in Iraq. Through “limb salvage,” he was trying to save what was left of his other leg. Fast-forward one…
Tagged: No Your Limits, silver king, tarpon, Wounded Warriors
The fall run officially begins for me this weekend in New England. Technically I’ll be there for a wedding but there’s a lot of downtime and I’ve been encouraged to fish by the groom. I’ll be shaking hands with a sandpaper thumb.
Tagged: about damn time, flie, new england, striped bass
Tagged: 4th of July, northern pike, river fishing, smallmouth bass
Never got around to posting more about the last run down to Florida. When the annual tarpon trip turns EBT (everything but tarpon) the other species are left to fill in the void. When tiny savages arrive on the scene in the form of spanish mackerel, there’s entertainment to be had provided you’re set to withstand the affects of teeth on tippet. It’s visual surface action on the two to four pound level.
Tagged: fish that eat flies, spanish mackerel, tiny savages
Poonhead, originally uploaded by Fishing Jones. I haven’t landed a tarpon on fly over 60 pounds. Going vampire with live crabs and circle hooks is a different story. Big tarpon come out to play at night. I’m southbound today. I’ll sleep again on Monday.
Tagged: silver king, sleep depravity, tarpon
Last month in a certain undisclosed small town in Central Florida, a fishing cohort and I went through a drive-thru. The kid in the window exposed his arm tats when he reached out with the food bag. He had no teeth. My buddy opened up all the wrappers in the bag. “A tweeker touching your food can’t be good,” he said. Roll through enough rural areas in pursuit of fish and you’re bound to hit a tweeker town. A scraggly dude or two will be loitering near the gas pumps and they’re sizing you up, waiting to see if you forgot to hit the key fob on your way in to use the restroom. A tweeker might actually talk to you, try to seem…
Tagged: meth towns, tweeker deterrence