I’ve been traveling, so haven’t posted more about this, but I’m sneaking a few minutes here at work to get some more news out.
The Bahamas regs put into place earlier in the year are still on the books, but won’t be enforced until a thorough review can take place.
I’ve seen this from two sources and am trying to get an official confirmation.
So, you can go to the Bahamas and fish however you are used to fishing. For the short/intermediate term, things revert to how they’ve always been.
This makes me want to put the Bahamas back on my travel list for 2018. The uncertainty caused by the regulations have hit the Bahamas hard. Business is down, for most lodges, between 25-50%. That’s a big hit for some places that eek by to begin with. What the govt. of the Bahamas wants to do now is encourage their anglers to come back. So… consider it. I know for me a cold Kalik would go down pretty well.
Here is Beau Beasly’s recent article from MidCurrent.
It is almost certain a license will remain part of what happens down the road, but not until you can get that license on-line, easily, and without having to go to a govt. office that isn’t even open on weekends.
I think most everything else is up for review and I hope it is a thoughtful, inclusive process and produces an end product that puts the Bahamas at the top of resource management. One can hope.
This part of the story will have fewer relevant photos for two reasons. Firstly, my GoPro battery died, because that seems to be the alternative purpose of the GoPro and the second reason is we missed the shot of the hand-caught redfish.
So, that story.
James and I were paddling into some really skinny water and finding fish to cast at. Sometimes their backs were out of the water, sometimes they’d just disappear, which seemed impossible given how shallow this water was.
James had just pulled up along side me and was saying something like “You wouldn’t believe how shallow these fish get.” when it all went down. As he came up to me, his kayak effectively blocked the outlet of a very small branch of the bayou. A redfish was sealed off and kind of freaked out. It tried to charge past James’ kayak and you could hear the slap-slap-slap of the tail against his kayak but we were too shallow to get under it and it was too long to get past. The thing was just trapped.
James reached down and just picked up a decent sized red. There was a fair bit of laughter at this, but before I could get the camera on, the fish flopped out of his hands and was on his way.
I ended up picking up a couple more fish, which was great.
I picked up my first redfish on a top-water fly. At some point we had turned back around and were heading back toward the water we had started on and I went back to the little cut where I had seen the giant bull red. In that pocket I found more redfish and I put on a fly that is part shrimp, part Gurgler. I wasn’t really sure what speed or action to put on it, but I figured it should be shrimp-ish, whatever that is. I saw the red follow on the fly and then he opened his gullet and tried to eat it. He missed or I got over-eager and pulled it away. Either way, I missed the first eat.
Further down the cut I saw water moving around and I cast again. I made a cast and was retrieving when something distracted me. I looked away, but heard the take, and came fast to my second red. It was a decent fish, unrecorded for posterity due to my now dead batteries in the GoPro.
I later picked up one more red, in the same cut, but on a Kwan (which may actually be the first fish I’ve ever caught on that particular patter as I just don’t tie or fish many of them).
By the time we got back to our starting place the current was ripping back in and the wind had picked up slightly (so, from 1 mp to maybe 5 or 6 mph). James and I wound our way through some more skinny water on our way back out, but the light was getting harder and the water muddier and I didn’t get another fish.
I ended up with three redfish and one trout for the day and James ended up with 7 reds to and and one BY hand. That’s some Jedi level stuff there.
Don’t you love the hazey GoPro pictures?
The paddle back to the launch was not too bad, despite the current and the light wind.
I got back first and got some beer for the guys. I subsequently left the beer at the launch, thus donating to the fishing gods.
We loaded up the trucks and headed back to the house, avoiding the speed traps and thus refusing to contribute penalties to the local economy.
It was only one day of fishing in the marshes of Louisiana, but it was a good one. I learned I can, in fact, stand up in a kayak and get it done. It was a great experience.
I have been to NOLA a lot over the last 16 months or so. My average is about once a month, all for work, and the trips are packed pretty full of meetings with a quick return flight. In on Tuesday afternoon, meetings Wednesday, meetings Thursday and then the last flight out of MSY that evening (7:40 PM gets me into OAK at about midnight). Not a lot of time for fishing in that mix.
I did get out last December with guide Ron Ratliff for a half-day. That was my first trip for reds in Louisiana and it was pretty awesome.
Part of the work crew, doing work at the conference in NOLA.
This year I had a big conference in NOLA (#KidneyWeek2017), so I was going to be around for a while. On top of that, my wife had a conference in Indianapolis. So… I had a day in play to find another fishing opportunity.
Guides were pretty booked, it is prime time after all, so, I called upon the power of the internet and asked if anyone wanted to split a boat with me. I got a response fairly quickly from James who said he had ~20 guys coming from Alabama to DIY it, an annual gathering, from kayaks. He could get a kayak for me if I was interested. It was an experience I couldn’t pass up, so I took him up on the offer.
The group had two houses rented about a 2 hour drive from New Orleans. After the exhibit booth and flooring was pack up I hit the road. I managed to get down in time to steal some of their dinner (I brought rolls though). I met the crew, saw the kayak I’d be fishing out of, got attacked by mosquitos, had a couple of beers and managed to harass all the white trout under the dock lights (which was more fun than was reasonable).
A bit of serendipity next, as my friend Peter from Copenhagen happened to ALSO be right where I was going. After leaving the AL crew, I made my way over to where he was staying with Jesse and Brody. We put some additional hurt on some white trout and caught up a bit.
The next morning I got back to the Alabama crew an hour later than intended, because, see… the clocks changed and my alarm got me up at 5:45, which was more like 6:45 the day before… so… I was both late and on-time. After breakfast, we headed off.
Heading off was short-lived, as I left my rod at the house and we had to return to get it, because I’m sometimes forgetful. This would be a fast trip were it not for the obvious speed traps and the ever vigilant police (sheriffs?).
Now, the only time I’ve ever fished out of a kayak was in Maui a couple years ago, and that was a peddle kayak and you didn’t have to stand up in the thing (I mostly got out to fish, although we did throw some spinning gear sitting down and trolled some flies). Turns out you DO need to stand up in these kayaks, at least when you get where the fish are. I was… not steady. I have a high center of gravity and a lot of other excuses if you are interested, but man… I just felt like I was going to fall in pretty much every time I stood up for the first couple of hours.
Amazed I’m not falling in. Photo credit James Eubank
While there were about 18 guys, only four of us took to the trucks to hit different water. It was James, Ben, Drew and me. We launched and paddled out over some open water to some islands not far away. James and I went one way, Drew and Ben the other.
I need to point out I was just plain lucky on conditions. The wind in the morning was non-existent. In saltwater fishing I just expect there to be wind, sometimes a lot of it, sometimes too much of it, but very seldom is there none. That’s what we had when we started the day. The fishing gods were smiling down on my. Thanks buddies.
Within minutes of reaching the first island I immediately saw some sheepshead, but was way too close and WAY too unsteady to get a shot in at them. It took me a while to figure out where everything needed to go. How do I get my rod ready? Where do I put the paddle when I reach for the rod? How do I do all of this without flipping over and sinking to my waist in the muck? I had questions and it was going to be a trial-and-error kind of day.
One of my favorite sayings is “Sucking at something is the first step to becoming good at that thing.” I was at the first step toward kayak fishing greatness, very much in the sense of that quote.
I soon started seeing redfish, but I was not all put together yet and the fish would either be gone by the time I got sorted out or the kayak would have drifted on top of them when I was ready to cast. I’m glad I took my spinning rod out of my gear bag because it would have been really, really tempting to just sit down and fling things without risking tipping over and feeling foolish. Sometimes it feels like we can live our lives in a pretty much constant quest not to be embarrassed. Glad I took the chance.
I found a little cut out of the main channel that had some identifiable redfish in it. There was also something sticking out of the water in the middle of this side pocket which I took to be a log. As I got the kayak in the side pocket the log started slowly swimming out. It was a bull red. It was just massive. Biggest red I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. I was going the wrong way by the time I realized what it was. No casts were made at it and I’m sure that salty old beast was way too smart for my novice redfishing skills (and meager kayak fishing skills).
Out in the main channel and in some slightly deeper water I was seeing fish-sign. I cast at it and was tight to a fish. This was to be my first ever speckled trout. A decent fish and nice to feel the tug of something to compensate for my feelings of inadequacy in the kayak.
That there is a crappy, gopro picture of my first speckled trout.
Soon thereafter I got on the redfish board. As I was paddling along a mangrove edge I saw water pushing, coming toward me. I could see the shapes of several fish, moving deliberately. I managed to get the rod ready (minor miracle), to get the cast made (also minor miracle), before they were on top of me. They were REALLY close when they ate, but ate they did. I was tight to my first DIY redfish.
My first DIY redfish
It was a nice fish. I was feeling pretty good after that. I had picked up a red on my first day really fishing out of a kayak and my first day DIYing for redfish and I was dry.
This whole time James was working up the other side of the cut from me and he was getting into fish as well. He’s been doing this a while and never looked like he was about to go in the drink. James was a pleasure to fish with and I’d do it again.
This is now one of the longer posts on the whole blog, so I’ll pause here and put up Part II in a day or two, which will include the story of James catching a redfish with his bare hands (no kidding).
On a side note… thanks guys. The Alabama group welcomed me in straight away, made me feel comfortable, lent me their gear, let me snag a couple beers and fed me and, overall, were just a solid group of guys. It reminds me of the Northern California Fly Fishing Message Board Bashes we used to have, way back in the day. Nice to have a fishing crew.
I have now spent more than five hours fishing out of a kayak for redfish in Louisiana, DIY-style. This, I’m confident, makes me somewhat of an authority on the subject.
In the picture below you can see me fishing Southern Louisiana with James from Alabama. Being the internet star that I am, I was quickly able to take all of James’ knowledge and feed it right back to him. I was so successful at this that James out-fished me, out paddled me and didn’t once leave his rod back at the house after having driven all the way to the end of the frigging island through the various 25 mph speed traps (I may have been guilty of the latter).
Here I am, spreading my expertise.
Here are the overly broad, sweeping generalizations I’m prepared to make on the topic.
There is almost no wind. Yup, from my vast, vast experience (see above) there is almost never much wind in the bayous of southern Louisiana. This makes fly fishing much easier than windy places, like, for example, everywhere else.
Only magic and dark forces keep you in the kayak. I have been told it is the design of the kayaks that make them stable-ish for an angler standing up, but I am convinced it is a combination of dark, unseen powers and magic. I constantly felt like I was going in the drink, but didn’t and I think the supernatural is the only plausible explanation here.
Redfish will eat topwater. Yup. They will.
There are bull reds and they look like logs. Like… they look a lot like logs and you should cast at them, not wander over near them only to find out that it WASN’T a log, but the biggest redfish you’ve ever seen.
There are a lot of guys from Alabama fishing Louisiana. Specifically, around Grande Isle, once a year, and they know how to cook and have a good time.
I’m sure there are more lessons to impart, but I haven’t slept a whole lot in the past few days and I’m thinking maybe, just maybe, I should.
And… because I know you are thinking it… you are welcome.
Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
The BFFIA was making noise about a possible repeal of the fishing regs, because, ya know, that is possible.
If you want to help with your own shovel full of sand to bury this horrible pile of regulation, there are some things you can do (from the AFFGA).
Please let your voice be heard TODAY by writing the Hon. Renward Wells, Minister of Fisheries, with a copy to Dr. Hon. Hubert A. Minnis, Prime Minster, and Hon. Dionisio D’Aguilar, Minister of
Tourism and tell them that:
I FULLY SUPPORT The current flats fishing regulations being suspended immediately UNTIL A LICENSE CAN BE PURCHASED ONLINE AND SENSIBLE REGULATION IS REWRITTEN that actually protects the fishery via conservation measures, protects Bahamian guides, and welcomes visiting anglers to the Bahamas.
PLEASE also mention that the attempt for a national fishing organization was a complete and utter failure and BFFIA needs to be wound up as they have made a colossal mess for the Bahamas and they are not recognized as a reasonable nor credible voice in the fly fishing industry.
You may also add your own anecdotal evidence but keep your letters short so they are more likely to be read.
Dr. Minnis’s administration wants to do the right thing but they have joined us in the middle of this journey. Your input will let them know how their constituents and the angling public feel about the matter.
Kindly address your comments to the Minister of Fisheries and cc: the rest of the government authorities below as well as me.
I’m going to get my email out today. It will read like this.
Dear Hon. Renward Wells,
I am writing today to lend my support and voice to the many other voices asking you to suspend the current flats fishing regulations until they can be re-written and until a license can be purchased on-line.
I got pulled into the debate about the regulations this last year in part because of the politicization of the process the produced the current regulations. The president of the BFFIA divided the industry and alienated the anglers to the harm of the both the industry and the nation of the Bahamas.
I love the Bahamas. I’ve made several trips to the Bahamas from my home in California. I’ve visited Grand Bahama, Andros, Long Island and Abaco. I’ve made some of my most enduring memories in the Bahamas. The last family trip I took with my mother was to Abaco before she died of cancer. The memories of the Bahamas are good, even when the skies were cloudy and the wind was fierce.
It was for those reasons I opposed the regulations, which I knew would hurt the people of the Bahamas, who sometimes have very little material wealth to set next to their immense natural wealth. I knew this would hurt. I knew the rhetoric coming out of the BFFIA would hurt and the protectionist xenophobia behind many drafts of the regulations would alienate anglers.
I urge you, as you look forward, to not follow the straight party-line process that the PLP and the BFFIA did. Include other voices. Include other view points. Listen to the scientists. Listen to the economists. Listen to as many as you can. Learn from the experiences of your neighbors. In short, do all the things that didn’t happen the first time around.
It also might sound a bit like I’m asking you to do what we in the US aren’t doing too much of in our own politics at the moment, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Aim higher. Serve your people, all of them, regardless of party.
I look forward to seeing what you do here and I wish you only wisdom and success. Sorry this is such a long email.
Editor of Bonefish on the Brain, passionate angler.
So… Fly Fishing Chief says the sky is falling and those “special interests” are behind it. Something like that comes from this story about the possibility that the fly fishing regs put in place earlier this year could be tanked.
I mean… am I the only one who thinks the guy has something in common with Trump? He says “Watch out for special interests!” only because, ya know, he’s got his own special interests he’s interested in peddling?
He proclaims the ecology of the flats as under-threat and a sacred thing and then he bulldozes a bunch of mangroves to put in a fuel station.
He decries the poor handling of bonefish by the unwashed DIY anglers, literally saying poor handling was decimating bonefish stocks, and then does crap like this?
Mr Conservation, demonstrating proper handling of a bonefish.
The fly fishing regs were brought about purely through PLP channels, excluding and ridiculing all other voices. The legislation was brought in through back channels, not through a vote in the Parliament, where it never would have succeeded.
Then, this weird thing happened. The PLP got their asses handed to them in the recent elections. The FNM won. With such changes there were bound to be changes in the fishing regs, maybe keeping the one or two good ideas in the regs and getting rid of the protectionist tripe that comprised the rest of it. I mean… did anyone think anything else was going to happen? I’m just wondering what took so long.
Let the Emperor of Bad Ideas complain. He’s like a walking sermon of contradictions and hypocrisy. How anyone is still listening to that guy is beyond me. He can’t be the guy to carry the flag for the Bahamian fly fishing industry and I can’t wait until more Bahamians actually catch on to that.
I’m going back to NOLA, because, of course I am. This time it is a conference (anyone else going to Kidney Week???) and I have a day at the end of things to get on the water. Last year I got out there in December and managed a half day with guide Ron Ratliff, who was booked when I asked, about fishing this time around.
My first redfish, photo from Derek Rust, in the Keys.
Ron taught me everything there is to know about fly fishing for Reds in the 3 hours we had on the water, meaning that now I am not only the world’s leading bonefish expert, but I’m also, like, one of the top experts when it comes to redfish too (if you are taking any this serious, then it means you are why we can’t have nice things).
So, no Ron this time around, I was looking for time on the water. Somehow this has turned into me getting on the water on a SUP in the marshes of southern Louisiana doing some DIY redfishing. I am sure some comedy is going to ensue.
Looking forward to it, although not the falling off the SUP which is about a 50% bet.
The Seychelles… that’s pretty much a dream destination. What do you think are the right reasons for an angler to head to the Seychelles? What are the wrong reasons?
What a great question. I have always told clients to come and fish the Seychelles with a very open mind, catch what you have in front of you. We have so many different species out there and they are all great targets! So many people come to the Seychelles only wanting to target one species, for example I always say clients get ‘GT fever’ – where they don’t want to catch anything else but GT’s. It is such a shame, especially when you walk past 8lb plus Bonefish, Bluefin Trevally, Triggerfish… It is always good to have a goal, but GT’s are not around all the time. You can always be ready for a GT, but if they are not there, just catch what you have in front of you, you just might like it. I regard myself as a ‘fish slut’ – I will catch anything that is in front of me and willing to eat my fly.
A client opens up his fly box on a flat in the Seychelles. What is the one pattern you wish he had, but never does?
I have always been happy to try flies that clients like to use, as you can always learn something new, but in saying that we do have some flies that are ‘tried and tested’. One of my favorite lines that we get told so many time by clients would be, “But this fly works great at Christmas Island”. Well seeing as you are in the Seychelles, that might not do the trick here… One of my favorite ‘all-round’ flies would have to be the Spawning Shrimp or similar patterns, Puglisi Shrimp or Avalon Shrimp. You can catch pretty much anything with one of these flies. Great guide teams, like the Alphonse crew, are always developing new fly patterns and the one that has been doing the most damage is the Alflexo. I also feel that clients are more and more prepared on these trips which makes the whole experience much more fun.
When you are on the water a lot you see things other folks would just never believe. What is something that fits that description you’ve seen out on the water?
You know, I think sometimes when we tell people some of these stories they might think we are crazy or making stuff up, but I have seen so many unbelievable things out on the flats, jungle or river that I have to sometimes pinch myself to make sure it is real. GT’s always get up to some crazy stuff, so I have seen them swimming full speed into shoals of huge bonefish and hit them so hard that they fly a few feet in the air and then swallow them as they hit the water. They have even smashed a Bluefin Trevally almost out of my hands as I released him. But one of the most amazing things I have ever seen, was a few years back where we found a little Island in the Indian Ocean where the GT’s where feeding on birds. At first it was hard to see or understand what was happening, as there would just be these big explosions on the water, but then we saw it clear as day. A juvenile Sooty Tern was flying low and a GT completely breached the water and grabbed the Tern by the tail. The Tern managed to just get away, but the GT did not give up and got hold of it the second time. It was still pretty hard to believe, but a little later my client hooked a tern by accident on his back cast and as the bird landed on the water it was swallowed whole by a massive GT. What we figured out later, is that these fish have through the years learnt that when the juvenile Terns learn to fly they either fly low or sometimes fall in the water… and become easy targets and these GT’s will gorge themselves on baby Terns. Nature is incredible.
There is another story I have from Mongolia. It was quite a though day on the water and we had only been connected to a few smaller fish. I moved to a pool on the river that was known for big fish, and luckily I saw a big fish cruising around that area. One of my clients, Paul, made a good cast into some slow water in the pool and the fly swung into the faster moving water. The dry fly got smoked my a good fish and it started moving around the pool and jumping. But the fish just seemed to be acting a bit strange and suddenly I saw a monster tail behind the fish. In a matter of seconds, the 30 inch fish we had on the line got upgraded to a 60+ inch fish! Definitely the biggest Taimen I have ever seen in Mongolia. So what do we do now?! The first thing that came to mind was to ‘stay down-stream’ of the fish and see if we could make sure that the big fish does not regurgitate the smaller fish. The battle went on for 10-15 minute and all we needed was just one last pull. I had the fish right in front of me. Not looking at my client’s rod angle I just heard a massive bang and the rod was in 6 pieces. The fish got below us and there was just too much pressure on the line and the 30inch Taimen was out of its mouth. We were all very disappointed, but what a epic story!
What makes a bad day of fishing on the flats?
I personally think that every day on the flats is a blessing. If someone can walk around on some of the most pristine flats in the world and not think they are in seventh heaven I think we are going to have a problem. At the end of the day everyone has to realize that when they are in these wild places it comes with certain risks. Fishing is fishing, and the more you travel and fish, the more you realize that things can always go wrong, but it is just how you handle the situation and what you take away from it. From a guiding point of view, I have always said that it is easy to be a great guide when the fishing goes off, but the best guides are the ones that come back with happy clients even after a tough day on the water.
GTs are some crazy, amazing predators. Do you remember your first? What was that like?
Giant Trevally… or as I call them Gangsters of the Flats!
Fishing for GT’s is like fishing for the most bad-ass fish in the ocean. As you may know, when you start guiding you fish very little. In fact, during the early days in the Seychelles, we had no time to fish. I guided in the Seychelles for many years, before I even thought of picking up a rod, let alone cast for a GT. I learned a lot during those years, and when I eventually got my first chance to fish I was ready. I will never forget my first encounter with a GT on the flats. I was walking on a pristine white sand flat, two monster GT’s came ‘cruising’ in line from the lagoon edge looking for Bonefish or any other unfortunate baitfish. My heart started racing, the adrenalin pumping… I managed to land the fly 10 feet in front of them and started stripping as fast as my arms would allow. Both GT’s light up and shoot towards my fly at lightning speed! As the GT’s got ready to devour my fly, the whole head comes out of the water and it looked me straight in my eyes as my fly disappears in its huge bucket shaped mouth. I took a step back and gave the GT a power strip strike to get the hook set and a few extra just to be sure. Line started peeling off my reel; my rod was buckled to the maximum, almost at its breaking point. I was lucky that the GT just stayed on the flats, and I was able to hold him there by keeping the reel on maximum drag. The stars aligned, and I got the beast to hand. Ecstasy, as I held the GT up for a quick photo and the best part of it all, for me, was to slowly let go of the tail, sending him back to his home to keep dominating the Oceans for many more years to come. That feeling of excitement, adrenaline and ecstasy applies to every GT I have caught on a fly rod.
You are from South Africa and the two biggest bonefish on record come from South Africa (although not on the fly). Why do you think that little area of your home country has produced the two biggest bonefish ever recorded?
I am so happy you mentioned this, as every time I tell clients that the world record Bonefish is from South Africa, they laugh at me… Well, I think as South Africans that is something to be pretty proud of… haha. I grew up fishing our coastline with conventional gear and as harsh as it sounds I was taught that some of the best live bait for catching GT’s from the surf is a Bonefish. So I think that we have probably not paid enough attention to them as a target in South Africa but more by catch. Unfortunately we don’t really have any flats where it is possible to target them on fly and it would simply be too hard to target them in the surf. I also think the reason why they get so big is probably because of the environment they live in and probably genetics. We have very healthy fishery on our coastlines and have really been very focused in the last two decades on, conservation, catch and release and educating the younger ones. So hopefully we see more of those big bonefish get caught in the near future, but I am sure it will be on a conventional rod.
What do you think the next great species to become popular on the fly might be and why?
I have been fortunate to be part of the pioneer work of a few new targets to come out of the Indian Ocean, for example the Bumphead Parrot fish and the Milkfish. These two fish were always seen as uncatchable, but with hard work and determination we got it done. Most of the credit for the Milkfish has to go to the Alphonse Fishing Company crew that really put in the hard yards with the Milkfish. It is amazing that you can hook a 15-50lbs fish on a 9-12wt rod and they have the ability to break anglers. Firstly they are not easy to hook, but once hooked their muscles build up no lactic acid, so they can keep going for a long time, plus they jump… a lot. Another fish that we have put at the top of the list for this year, is in the Seychelles, is the Triggerfish. If you ask any guide what his top 3 fish are in the Seychelles, a Triggerfish will definitely be right up there.
What is the best non-fishing aspect of angling travel?
There is always something exiting about the pre trip anticipation and preparation. Anything is possible, but fishing is fishing and it is never guaranteed that you will catch what you set out to, no matter what you do. I think the more and more I travel around the world, the more I have come to realized that one of the most amazing parts of the trip is the journey, the people and the different cultures. It is so easy to get completely caught up in catching fish, that one can forget to take the time to realize where you are. Enjoy every moment, relax and the rest will follow.
Who is the best guide you have ever fished with and what made them so exceptional?
That is a very hard question to answer. I have been extremely fortunate to work and fish with some amazing people in the industry. Without sounding biased, there are some really great guides from South Africa. Their passion for guiding and hard work have really made them sought after all around the world. It would be very hard for me to name them all, but I have definitely had some of my best memories out on location with my fellow countrymen. A good friend, fellow guide and mentor that I have to mention is Keith Rose Innes, he has definitely had a big impact on my guiding career. I have also been lucky enough to fish with David Mangum last year in Louisiana on a Yeti photo shoot, he was hands down one of the best guides I have ever been on the water with. His passion and obsession for the fish that he targets with his clients is next level. He has a very calm way of guiding you into a fish and you are immediately more relaxed. Loads of guides and even myself can get very animated and loud when we see a fish, but he is just calm. He also has a very affective way of helping you spot the fish, by lifting your rod facing directly in front of you and then directing you left or right. Loads of times the clock system can fail with the client looking in every direction. Also, on a recent trip to Baja Mexico, I was lucky enough to chase some Roosters from the beach with some of the industries best, Oliver White, Blane Chocklett, Christiaan Pretorius. There we also got to spend some time with Lance Peterson and you will find very few people that are more passionate and knowledgeable about the location they guide at. Someone I have always wanted to meet was Flip Pallot and 2 years ago a good friend John Wilson and owner of Cortland Fly Lines managed to arrange a day on the flats with Flip. It is definitely one of my favorite fishing trip memories!