Bjorn couldn’t join the crew because real life got in the way, but last week he tied a handful of flies and sent them my way. The idea being that if he couldn’t be here, at least his flies could help a brother out.
Caught all my fish today on flies from Bjorn’s vise, with Michael Gracie as witness.
Are such diverse elements as fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and an almost fanatical devotion to the… cause. Getting things in order for FIB Fest at Andros South next week.
He sure didn’t need hoisting like Big Mama. But he did come from the Chessie, so sort of kind of the same experience. Yes, that’s what it was.
We beelined it up to Havre De Grace, where the Susquehanna River empties into the northernmost reaches of the Chesapeake Bay. From there we drove up through Delaware and to the Jersey Shore. I had to bail after the first five days of this leg, but Tosh headed back down to Maryland to catch up with more rocks on the way down to Annapolis.
Special thanks go to many people for making this trip possible:
And last but not least the tireless John Page Williams of the Chesapeake Bay Foundation.
More details to come, and just in case it’s not patently obvious, the above photo is mine not Tosh’s and will not be found in anything remotely resembling a fly fishing photography book.