Yup, Thanksgiving was great and even now, I’m a bit stuffed (and yet still kind of eyeing the pumpkin pie). I did the whole thing… turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, dressing, raspberry jello salad. Turned out great and was happy to share it with family.
I made that.
Thoughts are turning toward 2015 and what should be a pretty fantastic year.
First, I need to get 5 folks signed up for Grand Bahama. This trip doesn’t happen without the group, whoever that group turns out to be.
A Grand Bahama Bone
I’m starting to think about the patterns I really need for Water Cay, the things that have worked in Grand Bahama for me in the past, the things I’ve hears Scott talk about in terms of what has worked for him.
I’m thinking about gear and wondering how those knots would hold up against something truly large.
I’m making a list of gear that included my rain jacket and maybe getting hold some sunglasses more suited for low light situations.
2015… it’s going to be a good time.
Feb. 7-14, Water Cay Lodge – Hosted trip with Bonefish on the Brain through Angling Destinations. If you are interested, contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I love Grand Bahama. I’ve been to this island more than any other and I have some fantastic memories there. It is easy to get to and has some of the best bonefishing anywhere.
February is a big fish time of year. Grand Bahama coughs up some really big fish and February is a big fish time on the calendar. This could be where my 10 pounder comes from. While no one can guarantee something like that, I can almost guarantee I’ll get a shot. What I do with the shot is up to me.
The guides. I’ve heard so many really fantastic things about the guides out of Water Cay. It is always good being on the water with a guide who is infused with their local water.
The AD Crowd. I hosted a trip this last year for Angling Destinations and had a grand time of it. We were down in Long Island in 2014 and the group was a lot of fun. I expect the same for Water Cay.
Green Pastures. In February, while the weather might be tricky, the fish should have been rested for a couple months. That means that 10 pounder might be just a slight bit less spooky. That 9 pounder might be a little more forgiving.
If you are interested, contact me at email@example.com.
When I started this blog there were a few blogs around and there were an even fewer really good blogs. One that I always kind of liked was The Trout Underground. Tom is an entertaining writer, a unique voice. To make it even better, he wrote about the place where I’m from. He wrote about the Upper Sacramento and the McCloud. He wrote about guides I knew, even if just a little. Of all the trout-filled places in the States, the biggest trout blog in the WORLD was from my home waters.
Upper Sacramento Sunset
He wrote a lot. He had regular posts to follow. He had lots of followers and he took time to respond to comments. He was the model. Sure, there was the Chum, but that has always been a tougher room in terms of conversation, although the sheer volume of posting going on over there is astounding.
Tom and The Underground were at the starting gun of dedicated outdoor blogs, pioneering a new way of communicating. I don’t think that is overstating.
It looks like the Underground is going into a winter hibernation, but one it might not come back from. There is fatherhood and work and less and less time (man, that sounds familiar). There is also a metric ton of crazy not too far away convincing Tom it might not be a great idea to publicize his comings and goings too much. Oddly, my name even featured in his court case, which was beyond strange. It is possible Tom and I have met, but if we did it was only briefly, almost in passing, at the Ted Fay Fly Shop. We are not in cahoots.
So, a unique and steady voice is falling silent. I’m saddened by the loss, but glad we got to be here when it all went down.
Cruise ships sound to me like a special kind of hell. You spend all your time on a ship, but you can’t fish off it, it doesn’t have a shallow draft and can’t get anywhere near the waters I really want to be in.
I want to both share some of my special places with my kids/wife and to be a part of those same places. I envision a tour of my most beloved waters with a little bit of my ashes deposited in each place.
The Upper Sacramento River – My home water, where I learned to fly fish. Specifically, the riffle just below the Prospect Ave access point. That has been one of the best spots to me and for me through the years.
The McCloud River – Beauty and solitude and emerald green waters. Love this place. I think I’d hope to be deposited in the camp waters behind the Ah Di Nah campground.
The McCloud… Upstate California, from a trip in 2011.
The Babine River – There is a hole on the Babine named Strom’s Pool, named after my grandfather. I only fished it once and I didn’t land a fish there, but it would be fitting to leave part of myself there.
My daughter’s middle name is Babine… for a reason.
Grand Bahama – This is where I caught my first bonefish, right behind Deep Water Cay with an independant guide from Mclean’s town.
Bone in GBI
Belize, El Pescador – My grand slam and my honeymoon. Some fantastic memories.
I think if my children got to go on that pilgrimage they should find something they love along the way.
I’m flying back from Philly after a few days of talking to/at/near nephrologists from all over the world at Kidney Week. That’s what I do for my day job. Below me the States I hardly ever visit are slowly passing by. There are no bonefish down there. Not a single one, and most don’t even do so hot on a trout census.
I’m starting to think about where bonefish CAN be found and when I’ll find myself in their general proximity. That’s me at my happiest, being near bonefish. It means I’m somewhere special making special memories, probably with some pretty cool people.
If I was going to put together another hosted trip for 2015, where would you want to go?
My thoughts include Andros, Grand Bahama, Abaco and Christmas Island at the moment.
An interesting story about an angler falling back in love with bonefish with a trip to Grand Bahama.
One of the most glamorous sport fish in the world is Bonefish, and I fell out of love with those as well. I had fished for Bonefish from the Seychelles off the coast of Africa, Belize, Mexico and the outer Islands in the Bahamas.
I guess it is possible it could happen to me, but I have a long, long way to go.
Read the story… it has a happy ending.
I like this shot for no reason in particular. From Grand Bahama.
I am a dad, a husband, a blogger, a fly fishing angler, a fly tier and a writer.
My profession involves getting the fastest turnaround times for coagulation lab testing to the hospitals and doctors who need them. I love my work.
I believe life is learning. I laugh. I enjoy the beautiful game and nut brown ales. I love bacon, but not more than is reasonable. I have a passion for fly fishing for bonefish which defies both geography and economics. I have less hair than I used to and more scars. I am a sarcastic optimist.