I’ve had a revelation in fish form.
Stripers, fly caught, in my home town.
See… a couple weekends ago we were doing a family photo shoot at a local park. It went well, as you can see from the nice photo below.
As we were leaving I saw a guy with a fly rod. I asked him what in the name of all that was holy and good he was fishing for. He said he was catching stripers right there. Like… right there. just a hundred feet or so away. He gave me the skinny and I thanked him.
I’ve been thinking of that nearly non-stop ever since and today, when my wife got home a little early, she said she thought I should go fishing.
And then this happened.
Stripers. On the fly. Many of them. Without a boat. Minutes from home.
And in an instant, my fly fishing life just changed. I realized my son may have his first fly caught fish be a striper, not a trout. How wild is that?
As I was leaving that spot tonight I saw that same fisherman and I thanked him again for changing my whole perception of the Bay… for changing my life, in fact.