Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing

Many many moons ago when I was making an attempt to grow up…it hasn’t happened yet…I fell in love with fly fishing. I even got into tying my own flies, but I admit; I would use corn when it came down to it.

“Unlike other casting methods, fly fishing can be thought of as a method of casting line rather than lure.”

I come from a place which is not short of trout infested streams. We would go trout fishing for lunch…take a big cast iron skillet and everything else we needed to cook…fire it up on the bank…clean the fish when they were two seconds out of the water…and cook em’. Too Good!

It has been awhile, and I’m sure I’m a little rusty, but me and my good buddy Riprock are going saltwater fly fishing, soon, somewhere close to latitude 18.00 N and longitude of 88.00 W. Do you think we’re gonna have a good time?

I was visited by the supreme being once, and it told me the only thing acceptable to lie about…was fishing….how big and how many…that is. I want a Sailfish…I want a Bonefish…I want a Tarpon…I want dinner.

I’ve caught one Bonefish, with a fly, in my life…in the Keys…and that was most exhilarating…like going to a quarter mile drag race…you gotta open the gate and let it run.

Maybe…