01
Sep 13

From the Archives – My -2″ Cuban Grand Slam

(originally published May 9, 2012)

The tarpon was first and that was clearly the pig of the trip.  After we finally released that fish we went looking for some bonefish.

We found them.

Really, I think the guides could likely produce bones pretty much all day, but they like chasing the tarpon when they are in, since they don’t stick around all year and the window is about three months long.

The bones weren’t big, maybe 3 pounds, but they fought well and we even had one little cluster Fuque where I got a knot in my running line that went through the guides.  Jim worked on getting the knot undone and I hand lined the fish, which meant it had PLENTY of slack.  The thing turned around and started swimming leisurely back toward us. The thing came so close to the boat that I just figured I’d wait and pull it’s head out of the water. That’s exactly what happened and we managed to land the bonefish pretty much without the rod.

The next flat we went to was ocean-side and as I got up on deck Jim asked the guide “you ever see any permit here?”

“Sometimes” was the reply, although it should have been “Sure, in about a minute.”

There was Mr. Permit cruising right toward us.  No time to switch rods, the bonefish fly would have to do (a Peterson’s Spawning Shrimp). The fish lit up on the fly, started chasing it down doing a little erratic dance behind it. I SWEAR it ate, as did Jim, but I was tight to the fly and there was never any sort of resistance on the line. Just like that it bugged off and I was left, about 2″ from a Cuban Grand Slam.

Kind of cool to come so close.  I know it is mostly luck and “right time/right place” that gets you those Grand Slams and I was pretty damn close to getting it right.

That’s why we keep fishing.

Photo by Jim Klug, Tarpon by Cuba

Really… I can’t complain at all.

 

 


31
Aug 13

From the Archives – FIBFest Day 1, the rest of the story

(Originally posted in 2011)

I said more details would come out about Day 1 from FIBFest, but I never really put them out there… the Outdooress beat me to it, putting up her version of that first day of fishing… you can read it through the link below, and I’ll give my own account below that.

One single cast, a few panicked strips of my line, one marginal strip set and BAM….I caught a bonefish on my first try. As my line peeled away I distinctly remember Bjorn behind me saying, “clear your line!” followed quickly with, “beginners luck!”

via And Sometimes, A Fly Fisher Must Self Time Out..while Bonefishing | The Outdooress.

On day 1 of FIBFest I was paired with Rebecca (aka the Outdooress). Rebecca had never been saltwater fly fishing before.  It is safe to say that she had some anxiety about the whole business.  I tried (for a solid 20 seconds or so) to give her the deck first, but she insisted she needed a little time to calm her nerves.

Her nerves were not promptly calmed when we stopped the boat only to see a 5 foot lemon shark (she’s not totally on board with the whole “sharks are cool” thing).  I got up on deck, took line off and stood in the place I most enjoy in the world… the bow of a flats boat.  Ahhhhhhh…

My favorite place

Soon, our guide, Ellie, had spotted the first fish.  I got a follow and an eat and missed the fish.  I missed the second fish.  I missed the third fish.  I was apologizing to Ellie a lot at this point.  Number 4 and I missed it.  I think I hooked a couple of these fish, briefly.  My strip set had about 20% tout set in it and it was just enough to botch the job.

Number FIVE stayed on.  I was on the board, the boat had the skunk off it and we were in business.

Staying on… first fish in of the trip.

It was Rebecca’s turn.  She got up and started getting some line out and doing a little practice casting.  It was not going well… I couldn’t tell what exactly wasn’t going well, but it, in general, wasn’t going well. I could see Rebecca getting really frustrated.  After a few minutes she realized that the help she had received the night before from someone around the Slack Tide Bar in setting up her rig had backfired.  In a Kalik haze, someone had missed one of the guides.  Rebecca was going to have to re-rig.  I was up again.

It didn’t take me that long on the second fish, as I recall, but soon, Rebecca was up on deck again.  I told her that I was sure she was going to stick the very first fish she cast to.  That’s the way these things work.  Beginners Luck is real and I was sure she was going to be dipped in that magical pixie dust to get her first bonefish.

Oddly, I was pretty much spot on.  The first fish she had to cast to she stuck.  That was a very nice thing.

CONGRATS!

I was back up and whacked #3 and it was Rebecca’s turn again.  This is where things started to kind of come unraveled a bit for the Outdooress.  There was some wind and when it came time to make that 40′ cast into the wind the Outdooress hit a wall of frustration and I could see the downward spiral that would take her off the casting deck and install me back up there.  Now, it should be noted that I tried to have her keep the deck, to get through it and stick with it, but it was clear to both of us she really needed a little breather to get her head right.

I’m a pretty good cheerleader and reminded her this was her first day in the salt, that casting like this is not a skill set that most trout anglers can really claim and that it takes time and that she needed to be more gentle with herself.  Bits and pieces of this made it through, but she was having a tough time.

Confidence is a tricky thing.  We build our confidence as anglers by putting in the time and and seeing results.  Most of us do that on rivers and lakes before we try to take it to the salt and when we get there, we often find our skills are related, but not totally what is called for.  We have defined ourselves as anglers and here is something we can’t do.  It is a real “wtf” moment.

The day progressed… Rebecca started cutting herself a little slack and spent more time up on the deck.  She landed three bonefish on her first day fishing in the salt.  I’d call that a good day.

I managed to get some good follows from some lemon sharks on a gurgler, but no eats.  The fish would accelerate on the fly, raise their nose right to it and by that time they would be about 15 feet from the boat and they’d peel off.

One unlucky bonefish became a snack for some of the lemons post release.  Poor bastard.  We were shadowed by lemons with three sharks visible at one time on occasion.

I had one fly we named the 50/50.  I’d cast to one little pod of fish and they’d follow and then bolt.  Ellie would say “Maybe we should change that fly… wait… bonefish, 11:00, 40′!”  I’d cast and this other group of fish would crush the fly.  The fish either loved it or hated it in equal measure. Go figure.

The 50/50, retired.

So… that’s the tale of the first day of FIBFest.


22
Aug 13

Ten things I love about you, Bonefish Edition

  1. I love that bonefish live in the places bonefish live. They are beautiful places.

    Purdy. FL.

    Purdy. FL.

  2. I love that feeling you get when you are scanning a flat and you see the fish for the first time. It is such a definable victory.
  3. I love wearing my quick dry pants. A place I need to wear those pants is almost certainly a place I want to be.
  4. Kalik and Belekin.

    And all is well with the world.

    And all is well with the world.

  5. When the wind is up and you make a cast into it and succeed you feel like a rock star.
  6. The first run of a bonefish is pure power and almost always astounding. If your first bonefish was over 3 pounds and you weren’t impressed with the power of the fish, you are likely a bad person and should re-evaluate your life.
  7. Flats skiffs are just sexy. They are sex in boat form.

    I want this... although I have no idea what I'd actually do with it.

    I want this… although I have no idea what I’d actually do with it.

  8. I love my fly boxes, full of my flies. An arsenal of awesomeness waiting to be applied to fulfill their sole purpose on Earth.

    The boxes.

    The boxes.

  9. Turtles. Sharks. Barracuda. Frigate Birds. Blue Crabs. Hermit Crabs. All of it.

    Crab.

    Crab.

  10. Memories. Those memories of standing in the sun on the beautiful flat will both give you a little warmth on cold nights and a little light when you find yourself in the darkness.

19
Aug 13

Five for Ryan

A couple weekends ago I was up on my home water with Ryan, a guy I met at a tech meetup in SF almost two years ago. Ryan is mostly a blue-water guy, born and raised in Florida and much more familiar with live bait and Mahi Mahi than the ways of the Long Rod or the waters of his adopted California.

Our first day was on the Lower McCloud, a beautiful river which is tough for those one the steep part of the learning curve. The next day we found ourselves on the Upper McCloud, connected to the Lower, but a really different (and more domesticated) animal.

Ryan’s goal for the day was 2 trout, a doubling of his haul from the previous day. This seemed eminently possible here. Once he had reached that mark he said he was ready to leave whenever I was. I told him we wouldn’t leave until he had five fish landed.

Five. In the books.

Five. In the books.

 

Five. Landed.


14
Aug 13

For the love of small fish

In 2010 I caught what I bet will be my smallest bonefish ever. I was in Belize, out in back of El Pescador on the last day I had of fishing. My buddy Shane was with me, crushing me on the fish count. I was struggling to find the fish and I was finding sealing the deal to be a challenge.

I knew where the fish should have been, so I just cast over there, blind. I was rewarded with a bonefish I think was maybe 7″ long. I have not caught a smaller bone since. I certainly haven’t seen one that small anywhere. It was interesting to see, really. The bones of Belize are usually a bit smaller than Bahamian bones, but this fish was tiny. I think I was maybe a bit embarrassed about it and didn’t take a picture. Now, I wish I had.

It didn’t really look too different from a larger bone. It was just miniature.

For trout, it isn’t like that. Small trout are usually more vibrant in their coloration than the adults. A small trout is one of natures most beautiful things. Some of the places I fish are full of tiny, tiny trout. I find them stunning. I don’t mind that they are small. I know they are wild and I know they are beautiful.

Tiny and wonderful.

Tiny and wonderful.

What’s the smallest bone you’ve caught?


07
Aug 13

In honor of Shark Week

This is one of the coolest videos you’ll ever see when it comes to sharks on the flats.

I love sharks. I love seeing them when I’m out fishing. They are amazing, unique creatures, under threat because of us. I’ve been close to several sharks, but it is safe to say I haven’t been close to one this large.

I love this video.


03
Aug 13

Gangsters

Before I die… which I’m not planning on doing any time soon, I’d like to catch a GT on the fly.

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29
Jul 13

My Florida Relative Grand Slam

I didn’t get a grand slam in Florida. I wasn’t close. However, in a certain light (a very dim and creative light) I did. You just have to look a bit further up the family tree and it all makes a certain amount of self-serving sense.

First off, I caught a bonefish. It was the only bonefish caught on the whole trip and that was largely because I was just about the only one who fished for them and I got a lot lucky.

This monster bone was caught blind casting. Yup. Blind Casting.

The bonefish

The bonefish

Next we come to the Permit. Now… Permit are in the family “Carangidae.” As it happens, I caught a member of that same family… a Lookdown. I also caught a small Jack which I didn’t get a picture of. So, I didn’t get a Permit, but I did catch a relative o the Permit, so, if you round up, well, I practically caught a Permit. Right?

The Permit Relative

The Permit Relative

That brings us to the Tarpon. Tarpon are from the Order “Elopiformes.” You know what else is in that order? Ladyfish. You know who has two thumbs and caught a Ladyfish? Yup, you guessed it. This guy! So, being creative,  you can start to see things in a certain way, if you know what I mean.

The almost Tarpon.

The almost Tarpon.

Is Order too far removed?  Well, I did catch this guy earlier in the day as well with guide Derek Rust.

derek baby tarponSo, you can clearly now see how, with just a bit of Big Bank accounting you can move some numbers from column A to column B and then, Grand Slam.

It was remarkably easy. All I needed to do to get a Grand Slam in FL was to think Out of the Box a bit.

#Winning.


26
Jul 13

A cool thing about trout fishing

While up at my folks’ place last weekend I got out for a couple hours on my home water. One thing struck me which I really like about trout fishing and you don’t get on a bonefish flat… seeing a trout come up and take a dry fly from 8 feet away. Seeing the fish slide up and pick your fly off the surface of the water and then submerge… that’s just cool.

upper sac trout july

This fish at a dry.

Trout fishing, for me, is done largely within a ring of 15 feet or so. Most fish are actually caught within 8. You are right there, right next to the fish, even if you can’t see it.

Some folks catch bonefish that close in, but it is a rarity. For me, it is a rarity to catch a trout at anything like the normal distance I routinely catch a bonefish at. Trout are up close and personal.

The slightly ironic part is that while the trout is so close, I can’t see them in the water, while the bonefish is at 50′ and I can see the even out at 10X the distance.

I do like high sticking a dry fly in a pocket and seeing the fish take the fly. It reminds me, ever so gently, why I started to really love fly fishing in the first place.


23
Jul 13

A trip home

Grandparent Camp was ending and I needed to go collect my girl. Of course, there was time on the water.

First, there was time on the water with my girl… which is always time well spent. We tried to get out of the heat by heading up a few thousand feet. We probably bought 10 degrees with 3,500 feet, but it was still 91.

The creek was small and as clear as liquid air, but the fish were clearly visible, even without polarized lenses. I brought the girl down (on my back) and we went up river finding fish, playing a bit, looking for bugs and just generally exploring. My dad came with us and managed to get a couple photos too.

Stalking some trout, together.

Stalking some trout, together.

Gumboot Lake, at about 6,000 feet. Pretty.

Gumboot Lake, at about 6,000 feet. Pretty.

We made our way up to Gumboot Lake and played around a little. It had been about 10 years since I had been up that way and my dad didn’t think he had ever been there. It was a nice little lake. Wish I was going back this weekend too.

Exploring the lake.

Exploring the lake.

It was a fun little trip up into the higher elevations.

The next day my folks took my girl to church so they could show her off to their friends. I can understand that desire and so I was happy for them to take her along. I used that time to visit my own holy ground, my home water. I wet waded and found the water a bit colder than I expected for mid-July. It wasn’t too bad though and I was just happy to be picking my way up my favorite bit of pocket water on the planet.

Sooooo pretty.

Sooooo pretty.

 

More pretty

More pretty

Yeah… I like this place.

upper sac trout july

I like it.

They say you can’t go back home again… but you can.