Jun 13

I’m not magic

I can’t say I get it all right. I don’t know if she’ll be my fishing buddy forever. She lacks the patience to actually fish, but she loves to look at them, hold them and let the go free.

She get’s frustrated easily and endurance is not her “thing.”

Still, it feels like I’m doing something right, having her out here, among the pines, Indian rhubarb, caddis and trout. Campfires. Smores. The sound of birds in the morning. The sound or the river in the distance. No baths for two days. No screens of any kind. Bugs to catch. Lizards and the odd snake. I never feel like a better parent than when I’m camping.

I’m not magic, but when I’m on a stream with my girl and a fly rod in my hand, she thinks I am.

A girl and her fish.

A girl and her fish.

I’ll take it.

Aug 10

Three days, 12 grand slams.

Dude… that’s amazing.  Now, he wasn’t fly fishing, which does add some difficulty to things, but still, an amazing few days of fishing.

…while Durney has had a few grand slam days throughout the years, he did something this time that was nothing shy of amazing.

In three days, Durney recorded 12 grand slams. He was one bonefish shy of 13.

via Virginia Beach man gets 12 grand slams in 3 days | HamptonRoads.com | PilotOnline.com.


That's some permit alright.

I assumed the fish had been killed, but that turns out not to be the case.  Here is what the journalist (Lee Tolliver) had to say:

he actually caught them at just about the same time.  they had three rods out with baits and they all got taken at the same time

he fought one while the other two sat in the rod holders and when the first was brought in, he jumped on the second and third….the captain held the others in the water until he had all three for the picture

quick snap of the camera and back in the drink they went

Well… nice. I do wonder how well a fish is going to swim away if it is knackered enough to sit on your lap for a photo op… but maybe that’s just my inexperience talking.