Long time since last post but I got locked out and couldn’t get in the backdoor… That’s what she said. A lot has happened since my millsfly post but nothing that will change the world so I will spare you the details. However, I was able to be a part of a comedy of errors south of the border in April and November of 2104. We dubbed this event The Curse of the Black Bigote (mustache). We went in search of Permit in some remote locations but only found high winds, bad luck and broken vessels. I of course was invited not to fish but to hold a camera and press the record button at all the wrong times. I have edited a full cut but am unsure if I should make it public at this time. Maybe next year.
It has been about a month since my float down the mighty Colorado with Josh Mills. You can read his story on his fly fishing blog about our short day of looking for those pesky trouts. First off Mr. Mills and myself had never met in person we only met thru match.com where we shared similar interests and had common friends. When he texted me about fishing in the beginning of July I opened up my schedule and was anxious to introduce a Washington Steelhead Junkie to our little trouts here in the Rockies. Due to a conflict with hand foot and mouth our fishing window got shut half way forcing us to fish the Upper Colorado. I had been floating the Eagle and fishing was as stupid as it gets but time wouldn’t allow a float down the Eagle. So I brought Mills and his cronie John to Pumphouse where fishing reports claimed things were on fire. According to everyone fish were slamming dries along the banks and fishing was easy. I was pumped for these Washington spey casters to get an opportunity to cast stimis along the banks to eager Brown Trout. What we found was that those reports were a day old and the dry fly fishing sucked. I was so nervous to bust out a bobber rod around these Steelhead guys that I didn’t even bring a thingamabobber. Luckily Millsy had one and life got easier. We were able to stick a few fish and turn a bunch of heavy ones with streamers as we finished out the day. Despite having never met each other we had a great time quoting movies and harassing each other when we missed a fish. Thanks for the good time mills. I hope you framed that shirt and I will try to trump it next time I see you in WA.
I met Al Keller during the Polar Vortex in NOLA last January. Of course we had shit weather I was in town and I am now for certain that I am a bad weather curse. Regardless of how we met I was able to connect with him again in SWFL for a little tarpon fishing. Well… my dad fished and I watched. I held the camera and put together this short promo for Al, who is a terrific salt water fly fishing guide.
Just got back from a week of sun and fun with the family in FLA. Of course my wife wasn’t thrilled when I told her that I had 4 days of Tarpon fishing booked with Capt. Al Keller. But isn’t that the way is goes. I was excited to be on a skiff cruising around the mangroves but didn’t get overly anxious as I didn’t want to wake the bad weather curse that hangs over my head. We spent 3 days on Al’s skiff watching tarpon roll in coves and in deeper channels. I was bound to the camera but watched patiently as my dad made some shots a giant minnows older than all of us. On day 2 the old mans line came tight and the battle commenced. An acrobatic 100lb beast flew through the air about 8 times before gracing us on the starboard side of the skiff. high fives and laughter all around. Awesome.
Thanks Al for putting up with 2 Joe’s for a few days and congrats to papa mac on his personal best Tarpon on the Fly. A promo video for Al will be out shortly. Wait to you see these Jumps. Damn!!
It has been about a month since our Annual Steelhead Trip has come and gone. The trip was once again a success for anglers that made the long journey to the Pacific Northwest in search of Wild Steelhead.
Of course the weather was there to greet us with open arms as our commuter flight got tossed in high winds flying to Forks. What had lined up to be perfect timing was again thrown by the wayside when another front pushed in and dropped another round of heavy rain. Go figure I had spent weeks worrying about low water and bam all at once. The weather curse had found me once again. We had a new face in the group this year, Derrick Blackard from CO joined us for a week of shenanigans and was able to put some steel on the bank. It is nice to introduce new people to the OP and see their different reactions. The deep green mossy forests are something you will never forget, truly a special place.
Despite another tough year weather wise the steelhead graced us with their presence and allowed us to catch a few in the high water. We saw Sasquatch clearing a tree off the road on the Upper Bogy and then again swinging at the Red House Hole. Regardless of the conditions we all had a good time, shooting guns, using chainsaws, drinking whiskey and catching the occasional Steelhead. And if you cannot have fun doing that. Well, I am sorry.